Both my parents were good story tellers because their parents were. It’s in our genes. My parents saw very little of my grandfathers. Vic Presco never  understood I got stuff from another DNA line because he chose to believe I was not his son. I suspect he detected Royal Rosamond in me (and not in Mark) and that scared him. Vic had a Father Complex. Is there such a thing? I will ask my new therapist who has dropped her line into the depths of my subconscious. I mean, how big of a fish could there be in these here waters? I can not exaggerate my father. I warned her I would slip into doing his voice now and then.

“Is that O.K.?”

Lay it on me!

Only when I watched my bitter tale, did I realize I had Excalibur in my hands.