I meet back up with Mark in an office in one of the halls. I remember the plan to watch tv.
We go to the dorm MK shares with someone else. A large, windowed room with a kitchenette and an attached bedroom. At first the baby's asleep and I think she doesn't want me to see the baby. I sit on the couch awkwardly. At some point Sam is sitting next to me and talking about how he has quoted me in his thesis -- about exchanging tokens of value for money, and how at last I have seen the light. I think about my thesis, how I have already done the hard research and how it has some substance to it. I have done the hard work already, but I still have to write it.
I have seen glimpses of my son before, but now he comes out of the bedroom. He is toddling around, and he can kind of speak. He is sad and angry -- he is no longer the baby, somebody else has had another baby and he's jealous. No, I assure him, you will always be the baby. He says something I can't quite understand, but seems quite angry and violent. I hug him, his tears get my shirt wet. I am worried, will he hurt me because he seems angry and violent? But he's just a baby.
More people come in and sit on the couch. A woman I knew in high school and her husband. Doesn't he work at Seattle Rep, I think? Many people sit on the couch, flirting. I am careful not to touch the woman next to me too much. That's flirting, it's not for me anymore. Does MK need money to raise the baby? I have lots. She hasn't asked for any, but I could give her some. No son of mine should ever want for anything and all that. We are leaving. MK asks me to fix the frame of her door; I say maybe Mark could help me. We examine it -- it is lined with some wearing rustic wood. Mark opines that he can easily reface it.
He and I head back to our dorm. We step through a broken fence into a playground on our way home. Oh my god, I think, I have a son -- I will have to tell L. And I cheated on her, too. How can I have done this? How can this have happened to me? I think about remarking something to Mark about it. But I don't say anything.