for all I know it’s your father’s job to come home too sober to lift your mother’s fingers from the piano keys.  I fell asleep on a heater vent once and with my acne won a phantom game of tic tac toe.  when people ask me my name and I tell them they ask my whole and I tell them I have only a middle.  my own father was a figure others cut from their work.  my mother was made of money.  if being provided for is the same as being loved we’d all be christian.  by people I mean whole sections of the population.