Thea gave birth to my son two months ago. He’s an alright lad, I suppose he looks like a baby - which is to say not too ugly - he didn’t cry too much when I held him, and he’s got what looks like is going to be a strong handshake. I obviously don’t know how smart he’s going to be, and I can’t tell if he’s got a murderous streak in him. Maybe he’ll play for a major football league. I just hope he understands why I wasn’t there, and why his mother spent so many nights crying on the phone.