The first summer, I think Nippy spent almost all of her time in the pool. Between that, the pool table in the basement, and John grilling burgers and hot dogs in the backyard, we always had a bunch of kids hanging around. They'd come over and eat with us and swim, and sometimes I'd find out that someone had slept in our basement without my even knowing it.
We were staying at the Intercontinental Hotel, and when we arrived there I said, "All right, Nippy, we need to find a place to eat. Where do you want to go?"
"I don't know, Mommy, but I'm hungry," she said.
I'd seen a kind of deli-like place in the hotel lobby, and they had tuna sandwiches, so that's what we had. And that's what we ended up having the whole time we were there. I didn't feel like going in search of anything else, and Nyppi liked those sandwiches. She was a skinny little thing, but she sure went to town on that tuna fish.
Cissy Houston, Remembering Whitney: My Story of Love, Loss, and the Night the Music Stopped から。