we know you?”
It wasn’t cruel. It was true. They didn’t know him. He was a stranger who shared a surname and a jaw, and they had spent thirteen years learning exactly what a parent is by watching the one they had, and this man did not match the definition. David started to explain — “I’m your father” — and my other son, the mathematician, said, “Our mom’s our parent. We’re good, thanks.” And they turned, both of them, back to me, and asked if we could go get burgers to celebrate, because they were starving and they’d just won.
I have never been prouder of anything in my life, and I’ve got two gold medals in the car to compete with it.
Chapter 5: The Family We Already Were
That was four years ago.
The boys are seventeen now, both headed for universities that recruited them, both still brilliant, both still
