His presence was soothing, but his existence incomprehensible. — Jaroslav Kalfar

“Do you feel free?”

“I feel like I’ve lost too much.”

“Freedom can feel that way.”

“My father never did anything else after that,” Valerie said. “Mostly, he became a drunk. But a man only needs one thing to be proud of. It will carry him through the rest of his life.”

In one book, your father is a hero. In another book, he is a monster. The men who don’t have books written about them have it easier.