“What I’m most interested in,” I said, “is what my parents knew.” “Well, they certainly would have mixed your father’s sperm with donor sperm,” he responded matter-of-factly. “This was the practice.” “And they—my parents—would have been told it was happening?” My friend’s tiny toy poodle skittered into the back room. “In a way. Yes and no.” “What do you mean? What language would have been used? What words?” I was talking fast now, rushing, impatient. Yes and no? I couldn’t live with yes and no.
