:52:01
Then one Sunday evening...
:52:05
...we were sitting in this room...
:52:08
...and he whispered to me
in a very soft voice...
:52:12
...that I wasnt like
anybody else in the world...
:52:17
...that people
wouldnt understand me.
:52:19
Theyd order me around,
tell me what to do...
:52:21
...and try to make me into the person
they wanted me to be.
:52:26
Since I was only a kid,
I couldnt say anything.
:52:31
Id have to stay alone...
:52:35
...keep out of trouble and make
myself very small in the world.
:52:39
All alone?
:52:42
We worked out every detail.
:52:44
We knew it wouldnt be easy.
:52:49
Heres a letter from my father.
:52:53
"Dont give in and play their game.
:52:55
Fight them any way you have to.
:52:58
Survive."
:53:00
Thats what he said.
:53:03
Then he kissed me...
:53:06
...and walked off into the trees
and down the lane.
:53:09
In that room, I found charts
of tide tables and waters...
:53:12
...in the sound and the ocean.
:53:17
He'll never be found.
:53:21
Did you cry a lot?
:53:24
Depends what you mean by a lot.
:53:28
No. I guess not very much.
:53:32
Do you believe in God?
:53:34
- Itd be nice.
- But you dont.
:53:37
I dont know.
:53:39
You know, its all so goddamn wild.
:53:42
I mean...
:53:45
...theres so many problems.
:53:46
- How do you pay for stuff?
- Travelers checks.
:53:49
Yeah, kids can have them too.
:53:52
I keep them in a safe-deposit box
in the bank.
:53:56
I have to make them last
for three years.
:53:59
- Howd your mother find you?
- By lying to my fathers publisher.