The following is a nearly verbatim account of the (mostly one-sided) conversation between David — most frequently described as the Fourth Susanka Boy — and myself last night around dinner time. Sometimes, Papa, I realize that I’m asking myself all these questions that don’t even have answers. Like “Do your eyes see things differently than my eyes do?” Or “Why do I feel things that you don’t feel?” Or “Why am I even here?” … But I think I have these questions because I’m pretty... Read more