Three months earlier.
Chicago
The only reason I came to my father's law office today. The woman who gave birth to me. My mother asked me to visit him and I agreed, although I would have preferred to swim in the Charles River. I'd rather dive into a f*****g polluted river than meet my father, to put it mildly. Do you want the truth? I loved my mother, but I couldn’t say the same for my father. Although it was hard for me to admit, pragmatism taught me that I was not the first son to feel that way about a parent. History is replete with similar examples.
I was afraid of this meeting because I knew that the message, which he personally wanted to convey to me, I did not want to hear. What he was announcing was never good news, and this was like falling into a trap. Stiff, so we could polite
