He had a huge presence in the room. He ate attention. His smooth tan skin was perfect. People noticed and talked about him as soon as they entered the room. He could laugh without making a sound. It happened when you got near him and he lured you into setting on his lap. He almost swallowed a kid between his arms. He’s just a reclining chair, but we called him Gampy. He was grandpa’s favorite chair. He called us Whoosh—the sound he made when we sat on him.