Then, I realized: It was one thing for her to have her intellect match her age, but it was another for her not to be able to remember who she used to be, and aware of what was happening to her now! So, I said:
"I wish Aunt Cathy would still remember her life before she changed!"
Instantly, Cathy stopped at my front door. She turned toward me, an expression of horror on her face.
"What have you done to me!" she shrieked. She ran off the porch and up to me and began slapping my face, HARD! "What in heck did you DO?"
I had to smile a little. The old (has that word every been used so literally?) Aunt Cathy would've said something a lot more obscene than "heck!" I guessed I'd made her younger than she was before she'd started to cuss.
My smile had her slap me even harder. I grabbed her arm before it could hit me again and whispered to her "I was being NICE before! If you slap me again, you'll be in diapers! And my Mom, who you think so little of, will be BREAST-FEEDING you!"
She stopped struggling and gasped. "Joey!" she said. "You wouldn't! It's me, your Aunt Cathy!"
"And, if you ever say anything ABOUT my mother again, I'll -- well, you probably won't be human!"
Her eyes went even wider than they had been, and then ..