Cousins Coming.(Short Story)

"I can't remember Kimberly."
"No reason you should," Mom said, smiling at Jack. "The last time Aunt Lynda visited, you and Kimberly were babies."
Mom went to check upon the two cherry pies cooling upon the kitchen counter. Jack sniffed the delicious scent "Cherry's my favorite," he said.
"Lyn always liked cherry, too," Mom said.
lin Jack knew she meant Aunt Lynda. All these strange relatives who were single pictures in the album and alphabetic characters in the mail would by and by be coming from the airport with Dad.
His aunt