UNCLE MARZIPAN
No one ever called him that; it was just
something once said, and I don't recall the
rest. Going bald at top, way self-conscious
and probably too young, he wore some
ever-present doofus hat, like a jazz guy
wanna-be way out of his element.
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He was unable to do much, really. Always
too sensitive, afraid of every little thing, and
apt to hide in corners and sing. 'Wallflower'
would work better than Marzipan. But who
ever heard of an Uncle Wallflower?
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