Thanksgiving allowed me to have a few days off and wander in the city. But I actually spent most of my time with Karen’s brother, Brent, a giant of a Viking, who took great joy in showing me some aspects he likes about his home city. The three of us would often have dinner and walk the streets together.
He introduced me to Roxeane, an American born Palestinian woman in her mid forties who is looking for someone to father her child. She showed me the pictures of some of the few suitors that have lined up for the role. They all struck me as men with no potential ahead, as if having a child would give them the life they no longer have.
I considered the option of fatherhood myself.