Legend of a Suicide - Pg 234

   "What else should I know about you? I know very little, you know."
   "Well, son, let me tell you everything."
   The father never told me anything, of course, but looking back, I can see that I felt closest to the father on that very afternoon. Perhaps it was only gestures--the way the father hitched up his jeans, his sideways grin at the spiel of a salesman, the gratitude and love I thought I saw in certain small movements of the eyes--but even if these indices were only imagined, they did seem to provide what I had wanted for a very long time.