Let It Go

You read about families where everyone is happy and life is wonderful. That wasn't my family. My mother coped patiently with a drunken, obsessive gambler of a husband and a daughter with an insatiable sexual appetite. I loved my father, but he kept us one step away from the poor house. Loving my sister was harder, basically because she hated me and constantly brought trouble to our door. Me ? I couldn't wait to grow up and live my own life. Then everything changed. Dad won a guest house in a card game, and suddenly we were off to a new life in Cornwall. Would trouble leave us alone now, or was it merely biding its time?