Now it was my turn to be astonished. “You know Danny?” “In a way,” my father said, smiling broadly. “I—I had no idea,” Danny stammered. “And how could you have?” my father asked. “I never told you my name.” “You knew me all the time?” “Only after the second week. I asked the librarian. You applied for membership once, but did not take out a card.” “I was afraid to.” “I understood as much,” my father said.
