I never knew him myself. I never met him, but I always wondered what that picture of me on my father‘s desk might have meant if he saw it. Did he see it? I don’t actually know myself, but I have to imagine he might have. I know that my dad invited him over, that there was a possibility he might have come to my house, but I was way too young… I think …I was too young for the things he was accused of doing. With girls just a little bit older than me suffering at his hands. So yes, I have to imagine that nothing would’ve happened. I have to.