My father's sister, Auntie Phyllis has a son, Cousin Wally. During the 54 years of Wally's life he and his mother may have spent 27 hours apart. Cousin Wally has never had a friend, earned a dime, driven a car or had an opinion. Their relationship is so symbiotic Cousin Wally doesn't eat tomatoes because Phyllis chokes on them. My father and I have just about reached that alarming state. When I took him for chemo yesterday the nurse observed that we were dressed alike.