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said. “No.”
    “Oh crap,” Pearl said.
    “Well, I guess it is in a way,” I reconsidered. “Just not mine.”
    Later, camped out on one of the benches in front of Bethesda Terrace, I explained the situation.
    “No WAY,” said Pearl, when I was finished. “That guy from
The Last
is your DAD? No WAY.”
    “I know,” I said.
    “This is so weird.”
    “And Sara didn’t know about him?” Aurora asked. “I mean, she never recognized him?”
    “Well,” I said, “you know Sara.”
    We all nodded. Sara loves music, so she’s current on that, but she’s not into TV. She was once asked to do a yoga series for television, and she turned it down because they wanted it to be like a workout thing, and Sara says yoga is moving meditation, not exercise.
    “She recognized his voice on the phone. And they talked about it all.”
    “God,” Pearl said. “I’ve never really pictured your dad as an actual person, you know? I guess all that celestial talk really sunk in.”
    “How did he find you?” Aurora asked.
    “He said he hired a private investigator.”
    Pearl looked impressed. She lit a cigarette.
    “Apparently it only took him about twenty minutes,” I told them. “The investigator, I mean.”
    “So you’ve talked to him?” Aurora asked.
    “Yeah,” I said. “And we’ve been emailing every day.”
    “Also he probably has to be careful,” suggested Pearl. “I mean, you could sell your story to the tabloids, right?”
    “Pearl,” Aurora said, “I’m sure it’s not like that.”
    “ ‘TV Star Abandoned Son,’ ” intoned Pearl.
    “Come on.” Aurora stretched out a leg and kicked Pearl. “Luke wasn’t abandoned.”
    “ ‘No Presents at Christmas, Says Boy,’ ” Pearl continued. “ ‘Son Left to Be Raised by Deranged Women.’ ”
    “Luke had
presents
. We gave him presents.”
    “Okay.” Pearl conceded the point with a wave of her cigarette. “Wow. This is huge.”
    “What’s Sara’s take on it?” Aurora asked.
    “Luke, go and live and breathe freely as I have always done,” Pearl said, in Sara’s meditation voice.
    “Kind of,” I said. “Mixed in with a little ‘Are you okay/are you really okay/is it okay if I ask you if you are okay.’ ”
    “Sara hooked up with the guy from
The Last
,” Pearl said. “That’s something to brag about. This is really juicy.”
    “He seems cool,” I said. “He wants me to come visit him in Los Angeles.”
    I had given some thought to how my sisters might react to the news, and had decided it would be best to play the whole thing kind of low-key. I mean, it wasn’t likely that my sisters’ father would become a television star in India and would soon be contacting them with offers to fly them to Mumbai for the summer. I also decided that I wouldn’t tell them about Sara leaving it all to chance and just running into my father randomly on the subway. Because I wasn’t sure I could say it without sounding pissed off about it, and then Pearl would get pissed off on my behalf, and either one of them might tell Sara that I was “upset” and there would be drama. Sara would want to talk more and she might get weird and not want me to come here and I had already decided that I really, really wanted to.
    “This is a big deal,” Aurora said.
    “It’s a big deal, Luke,” Pearl agreed.
    “Well, yeah, it’s a big deal,” I said. “But it doesn’t change, you know, anything fundamental. I’m still me.”
    Another month of phone calls and emails passed. Plans got made. It was decided by everybody that I would not go to Belize for the summer to build homes and a school with the Helping Hands and Hearts program. I would go to Los Angeles for the summer and get to know my father. The Belize trip—or something like that—couldbe found for next summer. Sara stopped asking me if I was okay and started leaving me little notes that I would find in my textbooks, or my backpack, or my sock drawer:
    “
Accept life whole, as it is,