Back to my theory about Mother and our fathers. At this late date she may or may not remember their names, or anything at all about them. It makes no difference. She has brought about two conditions that are entirely to her advantage:

1. our fathers don’t know we exist;

2. we reasonably surmise our fathers exist, but we don’t know who they are.

By making absolutely sure these conditions persisted throughout our upbringing, she prevented our fathers from making unscheduled appearances, subjecting all of us to sentimental or ill-tempered scenes, and generally fucking things up. At the same time she has insured we won’t plague her middle years by seeking out our fathers and dragging them back into her awareness, or worse, her presence.

Mother has always had a talent for eliminating trouble from her life. I consider this her masterpiece.