Finding John Jones: ...The Journey To My Biological Father

...Then, like a bolt of lightning I knew what she meant. I too, looked out the window
trying to imagine how I was going to react when she finally told me about my real father.
A man across the road was picking up sticks, and I would like to have gone and helped him
at that moment. While we sat in silence, for what seemed like forever, I continued to watch
the man across the road. I thought about my loser father, who probably lived somewhere
in Illinois, had contacted her and
wanted to meet ...