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By Dani Shapiro

Oil and Water

December 22, 2005, by

When I was growing up, we never visited my father’s sister, my Aunt Shirl, who lived in Boston. The very mention of her would cause my mother’s eyes to cross. I knew that my mother couldn’t bear to be around her, although I didn’t know why. The few times I had been with Shirl, she