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This is a bad idea.

My best friend Alfie was yelling in my ear above the pounding music.

This is beyond a bad idea.

This is such a bad idea that the horror movie protagonist creeping around the haunted mansion

in an underwear with nothing but a flickery flashlight would stop.

Look, you dead in the eye and tell you this is a stupid, terrible, horrible, bad idea.

I felt some of Alfie's beer sloshed down the front of my shirt.

As usual, he couldn't hold his drink.

We were crammed like sardines into the sticky basement of the lease rundown bar in my hometown,

and I just finished telling Alfie that I was going to a remote town in the Pyrenees mountains

to look for my father.

I remember his response verbatim, because as it turned out, I should have heated his advice,

but that came later.

For the moment, I was trying to make Alfie understand that while my father hadn't disappeared,

not quite, I still felt like I was owed an explanation.

My father, Jamie, had been a professor of sociology, a hardworking man who always came homes

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