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138 to K8XII realize that old Uncle Bif was marked to spend eternity with Hitler as was Aunt Jelly, despite her little tiny leg, for disconverting him. Then there was Grandma Emma who looked like a little mountain with a pie for a head, apparently she had a relationship with Red like he had with me, no x matter what she just couldn't love him for no particular reason whatsoever no matter what he did for her, and that's the way Red felt about me, if I gave Red gold he'd resent it. Granpa Whitey was retired from being a bellhop and elevator boy xxxxxxixixx downtown at Hotel Walcott, which is what he did after he got tired of slaving away at the Forge, and all he liked to do was sit in a big recliner and watch TV and smoke a cigar and chuckle and repeat what you said to him like, "Hey Grandpa Whitey, did you like running the elevator at the Hotel?" and he'd say, "Heh, heh, did I like running the elevator at the Hotel?" and blow smoke in your face. He didn't give a shit anymore. Neda said with a little practice he x could have become a great psychoanalyst. "Heh, heh, me, a great psychoanalyst," chuckled Granpa Whitey. He blew smoke at Neda. Like I said, he didn't give a shit anymore. Uncle Bif always kidded Helen about our yearly xxxiiaa yuletide excursion into Germantown, welcoming her to the land of the infidels and telling her how much he admired her for venturing into Paganville and Aunt Jelly would aii always say, "Oh Bif, stop that," and xaix Helen always smiled ka because let's face it she knew she had heaven by the throat and hell had Bif by the ass. xaxxxxxxxxaxxxixxxx Cousin Nancy always took me upstairs to her room to listen to records and then tried to kiss me xkx which I stopped obliging because it was like feeding the bears. But I still went up there with her and listened to a couple records, this time Buddy Holly who x actually did some pretty sexy jerky-voice sounds that I wished right then I could play for Kara Ruzci and maybe get her off listening to that yackety-yak Kerouac. Downstairs there was a tremendous Christmas tree ikx that took up half the room xxx and underneath were Joseph and Andrew staring at the Christmas presents that Uncle Bif had given them, toy trucks. They danced with their trucks. They saw how high they would bounce. They gave each other truck back massages xxxxi with the wheels. »So I fucked up," Bif said to me, pulling me aside. "What do I know^abou-t kids nowadays?"