So that's the bad news, except for one little detail I neglected to tell you. It's difficult to explain. I told you about my dad leaving and all. He really loves me, I know that. And he HAS become rich and famous on account of me - because of a poem he wrote about me. I like the poem and all, but I don't think he really knows me. Anyway, that's not the bad news. In a nutshell, the bad news is that my dad - because he loves me, I'm sure - well, I'm pretty sure that my dad is planning to kill me. And there's nothing I can do about it.