Stay Out of that Room!

<p><strong style=background-color: rgba(0 0 0 0); color: rgba(14 16 26 1)>You may not believe my story and I don't care if you do. I know what happened and what we found out in that forbidden room.</strong><span style=background-color: rgba(0 0 0 0); color: rgba(14 16 26 1)> </span></p><p><span style=background-color: rgba(0 0 0 0); color: rgba(14 16 26 1)> </span></p><p><span style=background-color: rgba(0 0 0 0); color: rgba(14 16 26 1)>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 matching the enormous turquoise muumuu barely stretching over her bulk. </span></p><p><br></p><p><span style=background-color: rgba(0 0 0 0); color: rgba(14 16 26 1)>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 and prying Aunt Polly out of her beater of a car.</span></p><p><br></p><p><span style=background-color: rgba(0 0 0 0); color: rgba(14 16 26 1)>We hoped the hunky Minnetonka guys living next door would be interested enough in two sheltered girls from south Minneapolis to make the summer enjoyable. </span></p><p><br></p><p><span style=background-color: rgba(0 0 0 0); color: rgba(14 16 26 1)>Fat chance! 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. </span><span style=color: rgba(14 16 26 1)>Stay out? Right! Kitty and I took it as an invitation to investigate.</span></p><p><br></p><p><span style=background-color: rgba(0 0 0 0); color: rgba(14 16 26 1)>Don't you agree that under the circumstances disobedience was our duty? Not only did we find a way to be neighborly with the dudes next door. </span><span style=color: rgba(14 16 26 1)>Our search for keys to that forbidden room unlocked family secrets from decades ago</span><span style=color: rgba(14 16 26 1); background-color: rgba(0 0 0 0)>.</span></p><p><br></p><p><strong style=background-color: rgba(0 0 0 0); color: rgba(14 16 26 1)>So we found out just how far we could push Aunt Polly. Who knew she had a hunting rifle?</strong></p><p><br></p><p><span style=background-color: rgba(0 0 0 0); color: rgba(14 16 26 1)>Take advantage of this chance to fulfill your secret wish to visit the 1960s. Buy my coming-of-age story. I promise it will make you giggle cringe squirm and gasp.</span></p><p><span style=background-color: rgba(0 0 0 0); color: rgba(14 16 26 1)> </span></p><p><em style=background-color: rgba(0 0 0 0); color: rgba(14 16 26 1)>Stay Out of That Room</em><span style=background-color: rgba(0 0 0 0); color: rgba(14 16 26 1)> is Book 1 in the </span><em style=background-color: rgba(0 0 0 0); color: rgba(14 16 26 1)>House of Girls</em><span style=background-color: rgba(0 0 0 0); color: rgba(14 16 26 1)> series based on the crazy adventures of a family with eight daughters.</span></p><p><br></p><p><br></p>