Again Silver felt like he was intruding. These were intensely personal thoughts, and he didn't feel like he had a right to know them. Tony didn't feel the same, not one bit. He retained the picture of his father (he looked so young!) and tried to compare it with the man he had known, dramatic, drunken, brilliant, distracted and absent. It didn't work, but he kept trying. Devoutly, Silver wished he was elsewhere, but you couldn't escape your own mind. Not easily.