I had every page of it read by my own lawyer before I signed anything — which I now have, and who is called Thandiwe Baptiste, and who I pay myself.
And he and I are something that does not have a word.
He is not my father in any sense I can use out loud, to anybody, including to a nurse filling in a form.
He has not asked to be. He said so himself, in the January, without being prompted.
Which is, without competition, the single best thing that man has done in sixteen years.
We see each other about once a month.
It is extremely awkward for the first four minutes of every single one of those, without fail, and then it is all right.
He is very good with Nia and he does not know what to do with his hands.
And then in the March I asked him the question.
