You drive to Dad's address in his letters. But this is a rent per hour tennis court. You check the local phone book and he is not in it. You dig deeper getting a motel room for the night. No luck. You hire a private investigator. You have to sell your nice car to afford it. He says you dad never existed. You are the only person who seems to have any recall of him. Officially there never was such a Man. You get a call. Mom is dead. A gray day and you feel so alone.