turned toward Mike.
“Dad,” he said. “Would that bother you?”
Mike paused. He laid down his fork.
“It’s your choice, buddy,” he said. “Not mine. I’m not going anywhere. Whatever you find out.”
He smiled reassuringly.
“But if he shows up and tries to teach you to throw a curveball,” he said, “I’m going to have words with him.”
The boys drafted a joint letter.
They sent it through Midwest Reproductive Center. The clinic now offered a contact program for donor-conceived people. Responding was optional for donors. Their letter would
