Except for the woman at the desk, we were all alone there.
I could not speak to him. I went straight towards the door.
But in a moment he was out there, standing beside me.
'Oliver,' he said. 'Why didn't you tell me?'
It was very cold. That was good, because I wanted to feel
something. My father continued to speak to me, while I
stood still and felt the cold wind on my face.