whatever reason, they both spoke before I did that day. David, who had grown up near Boston and rather endearingly affected a tough-guy Humphrey Bogart air, said, He learns that his father was clever at disguises and was willing to hurt himself if it meant success. The terrified kid said, He learns that his father saved all the Greeks on the night of the wooden horse, that he was a hero. Jenny looked at each of us in turn, as she would sometimes do when waiting for a translation or a comment, and then, using the nickname that, until then, had only been used by my father, said, Dan? I don’t
