“Jesse, we should speak.” I sat in front of the piano while my father was springing toward me. “What do you suppose we need to “speak” about”, I exaggerated. “I’m sorry for what I did in the car.” “What an apology for starting world destruction with some “crime boss”, I just love apologies.” I wondered how long he kept this little white lie from my mom and I. “I can’t explain right now”, my dad said. “We need to stop what I’ve started.” “I suppose you think I’m a gentle boy that wants to forgive you.” “The octopus is endangered.”