I remembered the young man saying nothing can give you what isn’t already there. “It’s all right,” I said, and laughed a little. It wasn’t all right, it stung, but I understood the sting would go away. I’d go back to my life and the sting would go away. I had my famous father’s affairs to tie up, that would keep me busy, and I’d have plenty of money. Maybe I’d go to Aruba. It’s all right to want what you can’t have. You learn to live with it. I tell myself that, and mostly I believe it.
