Hair and style

I feel grumpy. It's probably too late for me to be up. There's a house full of people, some kind of party. I go to my parents' room to lie on the bed, and my Grandpa Pat comes after me. He wants a hug and a kiss. I don't feel like it. I like him, but I'm always a little shy: he's got that big barrel chest and smells like sour fruit (much later in life, I'll learn that this the hallmark smell of ...