My memory - laying down in those black chairs at their house watching Nickelodeon - head on one arm, legs curled up ... almost asleep but not quite ... and he would come in and twist the chairs around just a bit. Then he'd stand there and watch a bit ... making that sound between his teeth - sucking in and clicking his tongue a bit ... then he'd jingle the change in his pocket and walk away ... those three sounds - and the image of him walking away still sucking & clicking his tongue, and jingling the change in his pocket. I love it.
Wouldn't he sometimes say, "Now, Momma," to Grandmother when he didn't agree or wanted to make a point?
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