"It never happened."

"I haven't even said anything yet!"

"You're deluded."

"Okay . . . "

"You lie."

"I'm starting now!"

"You fantasize."

"My father never wanted a second child. At all, ever, period. Because of his career."

"You are manipulative."

"My mother knew this. After four years, she decided my wonder-brother, who could do no wrong, needed a companion. So she messed with the birth control. So gross."

"Who's putting you up to this?"

"He became very angry and told her that she would receive no help with this second, unwanted child. At all, ever, period. Because of his career."

"You brought it upon yourself. You are masochistic."

"But the joke was on her, because she wanted a girl!"

"You exaggerate."

"He told me this, over lunch, in May of 1982, in what was then a Colonial-themed Thai restaurant on the ground floor of the Park Plaza Hotel in Boston, Massachusett. A cold seven-minute walk from the Combat Zone."

"In any case, it is time to forget the past and move on.”