"It's not much of a story, and to tell you the truth he wasn't a true uncle. We met when I was a little girl.<br/>He's only 71 though, and I cant understand why he is just giving up." Calmina nervously took a napkin and started ripping it up into pieces, just to keep her mind off of Uncle Charlie. She didn't feel like talking about him or him dieing, brought up too many memories.<br/>Calmina finished the napkin and started tapping the table with her forefinger, Charlie kept a cool head and level as he watched her. He didnt seem bothered by the fact he didnt know Calmina, someone so different from her. The way he was confidant and wiser that how he looked inspired her to talk more about herself than she should.