I’m not sure anyone understood why my aunt refused to come home to Ennis, though maybe her martini women knew.  She’d often remark that Ennis had ruined her, not worth the ink on a map.  I never thought there was anything particularly wrong with the place myself.  So while her intense emotion regarding Ennis seemed unfounded to me, I guess most overreactions are responses fueled by the past.  Haunted by something, memories all her own, my Aunt’s intense hatred of the place makes me wonder if there wasn’t something there she’d originally loved.

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