Is There a Small Scale Kind of Tragedy?

My father had endless girl friends. And i learned er to distinguish between them. There were the girl friends who pretended to love you, and those that couldn't bear to see you. But then there were just the ones that actually were quite just nice. You know, i form any attachments to any yes, i did. Oh, god, yes. None of none of my father's relationships, li, he never married again. Why not beas was e? Ithe was i? He was too independent or too difficult to tso,. very odd chap to be saddled with her, with a small boy on who sands completely foot loose. Absolutely yes.