"Disaster struck in the summer of 1965 when, like a migrating goose, my wackadoodle Great Aunt Polly arrived from New Mexico with her signature eye patch and enormous turquoise muumuu stretching over her bulk. Mom assigned Kitty and me as indentured servants to help Aunt Polly at her ancient crumbling mansion on Lake Minnetonka. We spent weeks cooking, cleaning, prying Aunt Polly out of her beater of a car—and flirting with the cute boys next door. But Aunt Polly's rules were endless. How could she expect us to obey them all? 'Stay out of that room!' she said about the house's one locked door. Stay out? Right! Kitty and I took it as an invitation to investigate. In the process, we found out just how far we could push Aunt Polly. Who knew she had a hunting rifle?" -- Amazon.com