right back in uncle anders face , a showdown of misunderstood conceptions , except at least for everyone and me cowering behind the hunter green ford explorer , uncle ander was the only one at fault here , perhaps me for not coming on my own , perhaps eddie murphy , perhaps doritos , perhaps my aunts death , but none of this could explain to the hosed and walker lady uncle anders deposition his fury against everything mahogany and dresser-like ; just a series of misunderstandings that now must be deciphered by me primarily .