But Dad didn't get along with his oldest sister, Aunt Edna, so we never visited her, and saw her only rarely, at an occasional Thanksgiving Dinner. I knew only a little about her family: her husband, Uncle John, fat and blustering; a grown-up daughter, who moved to California; and Cousin Phil, about ten years older than me.
As far as I can remember, I've only met Cousin Phil four times in my life. One of them resulted in a sausage fondle.
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