One handsome touring guy dared to call himself the father of my child. He showed up right on time. He got himself involved in a mess during an operation to eliminate the Black Widow—no, not just to “meet” by chance on his trendy tin can. This clingy fellow decided to make a claim on my Mike. What’s the big deal—four years have passed since our accidental meeting in the Hole. We’ll see whether he can actually earn my trust to see his son.