I heard Shirley’s voice once again: Knowing what you know, you’re more of a daughter to Paul than you can possibly imagine. I may have been cut from the same cloth as Ben Walden, but I was and forever would be Paul Shapiro’s daughter. Haskel Lookstein’s voice joined Shirley’s in my head: Kol hakavod to your father. All the honor. If not for him, I would never have been born. I was connected to him on the level of neshama, which had nothing to do with biology, and everything to do with love.
