Go easy on him, he's been under a lot of stress lately.

the bugle of an elk

Weston is sadly unked without you.

Given all my aunts and uncles (and a couple more on my father's side), my cousins numbered almost a hundred; and since the family, for the most part, was centered in London (though there were far-flung American, Continental, and South African branches), we would all meet frequently, tribally, on family occasions.