Dad, Father and Bambi

A city. Streets, cars, people, houses. Late evening. Windows. And behind them—again, people. We’re interested in some of them. What are the odds that a pragmatic, illusion-free woman over thirty will begin an affair with a convinced bachelor and cynic? There’s a little chance—though it exists. And what are the chances that this affair will grow into a real feeling? Zero? Not quite. Zero point one thousandth. That’s exactly the kind of numbers we specialize in. We’ll tell, show, prove.