The four children charged into the anteroom, coming to an abrupt halt and just stared at her. The youngest about five years old it seemed was unable t... stand still for even a second. She was bouncing up and down, giggling, and clapping her hands in excitement. The next in age, a boy of about eight was grinning from ear to ear and had a book with a ink covered quill in his hand.Next was a girl, about fourteen years old, just looked at her in total adoration. The oldest, a boy of about sixteen. The tables next to us became loud as well. They all became Carl tables. I met Edith and Ralph Wilkerson, Frank and Bob and two rather butch looking older women named Mary and Thelma. We became a small party zone and our cheerleader, Carl, kept us going as if we were on the ice itself. Bad calls were his favorite, unless it was against the opposing team. I found myself, as I fully expected, joining in his complaints and high fiving around the party zone when we scored. Carl only spilled one. How does one ‘kind of’ marry one’s sister?”“Delilah and the boys. Well, they’re not actually my younger brother’s children. They’re my younger sister’s children. When she passed, her husband felt no compunction to keep them, since they weren’t biologically his. My brother Methuselah, is still around somewhere, as far as I know.”Mrs. Waxerman was obviously uncomfortable but she plowed on. “Anyway, when daddy found out his miracle child, Mary, was pregnant with Delilah, he married Methuselah to. "That's something else I haven't had time to do," I lamented. Sylvia often brought groceries when we had dinner together but I had not told her Laura was going to be home for the day. I hadn't had a haircut for a month and had not cleaned or done housekeeping chores for weeks."Can you find time for a shave?" she laughed, brushing her hand across my chin.We had a sandwich and a glass of milk. There was a bowl of fruit in the center of the table. Laura gazed across the table at me like she was.