"Bertie, you useless lump, would you do me a favor?" asked Aunt Dahlia at tea.
I eyed her warily. Favors for aunts were generally to be avoided.
"I need you to do a little job for me. We're going down to Agatha's tomorrow and I need you to get something out of a drawer for me."
"You mean steal something." I said, raising my eyebrows.
"Borrow without asking." Aunt Dahlia countered.
I fixed her with a steely eye. "Aunt Dahlia, Mother always told me Aunt Agatha sacrifices small children in the afternoons. As I have seen much evidence to support this claim I will not do it."
"You will do it, young Bertie, or I'll tell Angela you don't like her new nickname for her." Aunt Dahlia smiled in triumph.