by Sparks In Shadow
Uncle Percy was Aunt Marylou’s beau, balancing her outgoing, colorful nature with his quiet, measured mien in black suits and starched white shirts.
On family occasions, waiting until he was left apart from the adults, which happened every time, we children engaged him. He offered polite sentences, expressive language, unexpected questions about our thoughts. I loved participating in real conversation, especially when there were few of us, or just me.
Once, he asked about books I’d read, discussing them with me with his perfect posture and head held high.
He and Auntie parted without warning. I miss him even now.