She wasn't really anybody's Auntie, but somewhere along the way she got the title. Someone told you once that she was called Mame.
She didn't talk much. But you liked her. You brought her breakfast every morning. She lived in the doorway of the old Grand Hotel. The old building was inoperable and in disarray. Long since forgotten. Much like Mame.
She went insane a long time ago. Wore an old fur coat summer or winter. But she never smelled. And a long string of pearls. She would twirl them in her fingers saying 'go to hell' to all passersby.