When Benny came home on Saturday, I can’t tell you my thrill. Here is Benny and put us together…our pigments are just as opposite as they could be, and we are the same father of the same child. I said, “Benny, tell me, what did he look like?” because we have fun together. It’s not because we have Martinis together, that comes regardless, not because of any Martinis, and I said, “Benny, what did he look like?” He said, “Neville, he was the sweetest, blondest, blue-eyed blond, fair skinned lad, and here is my son, and he’s calling me Father, and I knew I’m his father. I so loved him, I didn’t care if the others left me, left me with all these children, they are all my children anyway. I thought I was the father of all of them, but here was my special one, here was David.”423 ¶34