For several weeks I fled the New York scene and took off for my old man.

My old man told me he was going to get remarried. To Sue, Harry's widower.

I met my to-be family.

I realised for the first time, good and real, that I'd hurt my old man.

When I'd ran away, I'd abandoned him. Until a few years ago when I reach for him again.

I tried not to let the guilt take over. But it did.

Then, I told him about the Little Ones.