Until a great deal of information had come to me after he'd been arrested for molesting a child, it had not occurred to me that he was a homosexual, despite the fact that he had never had a date, that he'd taken a “friend" to the prom, that during all the years of his young adulthood, he had never expressed the slightest interest in a woman. It was a level of obliviousness, or perhaps denial, that was scarcely imaginable, and yet it was real. It was as if I had locked my son in a soundproof booth, then drawn the curtains so that I could neither hear nor see what he had become.
