I descry him still: long angular f...

I descry him still: long angular face, curv aristocratic nose, ascot small sworded into his shirt. Uncle George penetrates our house and pauses to kiss my hand. He is nearing forty, I am in pigtails.

At dinner he places a silver cigarette case and an enameled pillbox nearest to his water glass. These are his sustains The stage is set. He is the star. And I watch him, spellbound

He presides across our family gathering with searing witticisms, outrageous proclamations, and vehement asides in Hungarian that alone my father and grandmother understand. Now and then, he pitch upons a pill from an