Hal supine: Accomplice!, the blizzard, Weston (p. 956)
It was the most open I’d ever heard of Himself being with anybody, and it seemed terribly sad to me, somehow, that he’d wasted it on Orin. I’d never once had a conversation nearly that open or intimate with Himself. My most intimate memory of Himself was the scratchiness of his jaw and the smell of his neck when I fell asleep at supper and he carried me upstairs to bed.
Context
The recovered memory assessed: note "heard of" — even Hal's superlative about his father's openness is secondhand by grammar. Against the borrowed archive he sets the one thing incontestably his: a pre-verbal, sensory memory, jaw-scratch and neck-smell, from before he could have narrated anything. In a scene about memories that fork and arrive as other people's tellings, the only firsthand item is one no report could have planted. (This is the carrying the 191 supper-memory inventory names for all three brothers.)