Ik had bijna de bundel Will You Please Be Quiet, Please? uit toen ik tegen het verhaal Bicycles, Muscles, Cigarettes aanliep. Daarin las ik de volgende passage over een vader en zijn zoontje:
The boy rolled onto his side and watched his father walk to the door and watched him put his hand to the switch. And then the boy said, “Dad? You’ll think I’m pretty crazy, but I wish I’d known you when you were little. I mean, as old as I am right now. I don’t know how to say it, but I’m lonesome about it. It’s like- it’s like I miss you already if I think about it now. That’s pretty crazy, isn’t it? Anyway, please leave the door open.”
En toen moest ik huilen.