“What is this, anyway?” “Don’t get excited,” I said. “I’m not excited.” He was trembling all over. “You come here and ask me a bunch of questions and tell me you knew my father. Naturally I want to know what it means.” Bolling moved toward him and laid an impulsive hand on his arm. “It could mean a great deal to you, John. Your father belonged to a wealthy family.” The boy brushed him off. He was young for his age in some ways. “I don’t care about that. I want to see my father.” “Why is it so important?” Bolling said. “I never had a father.” His working face was naked to the light. Tears ran
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