There Are Times…
Daphne, there are times when your father is stately, composed and serene.
Times when he’s more comfortable smoking a pipe in a Hugo Boss suit than lounging in pajamas a t-shirt.
Times when the world conspires in his favor, and he moves through life at a cool and effortless stroll.
There are times when those who don’t know him well might say he’s aloof, austere, even haughty.
And there are indeed times when he would nod and smirk if you called him elitist or aristocratic.
And then there are times when he wears your pants on his head and sings Soul Coughing songs to you while your mother draws your bath.