By now she was climbing on the chair. Across the room Mamma raised her head from the novel she was reading, and Papa, sitting next to her for a change, raised his head,too. Not to be left out, I raised mine from the Superman comic in my hands. At first it sounded as though he were out on the limb of another tangent, some new message coming through the loose wires tangled up in his head. It's alla you need in this life.
Family is ever'thing.
We all shrugged our shoulders. Uncle Tanoots leaned back in Papa's chair till it creaked. He folded the newspaper twice and put it behind his head like a pillow. Then he stood and walked slowly towards Papa and Mamma. When he got to the couch where they sat, he leaned over, rested a bony hand on each of their heads like a man postured for a miracle.