““Please, God, you can’t do this to me, or to Chris! There’s not a better man alive than Chris . . . you must know that . . .” And then I was sobbing. For my father had been a wonderful man, and that hadn’t mattered. Fate didn’t choose the unloved, the derelicts, the unneeded or unwanted. Fate was a bodiless form with a cruel hand that reached out randomly, carelessly, and seized up with ruthlessness.””
