The nothing familly

The used to come every year at the same period of time, the cousins from the capital .. It was on August and they came for breathing in the countryside ... There were the cousin somehow thin and not very talkative, the cousin still childich and silent in spite of her missis demeanours ... And, there was the aunt with her mishievous smile that distorted her face and .... at last ... the uncle, the patriarche... always very smart ...