“Well, I’m not going to have a deer. You say child like it’s a disease. You sound like Michael.” “Okay, let’s just say, that would be a game changer. Procreation?” Seeing his reaction, I felt almost giddy, as if all of a sudden my escape vessel was complete, and I’d made it out onto the open water, free at last. What better veto of filial duty than an infant?
