"Man, I don't know," Greg says. "I guess I was just... that much of a disappointment. I grew my hair long, dropped out of college--community college, I wasn't even at a proper college, I maybe kinda bombed my SATs because I'd snuck out to see a band the night before and was still hungover--and then I ran off with some sleazy older guy in a van to become a rock star. Went and changed my name. Didn't even try to make contact again for more than half a decade. I dunno. Andy says they're still around, so it's not even that--" He shakes his head. "But Andy hadn't heard of any letters, so I dunno if they got lost in the mail or they just didn't-- tell anyone else in the family."

He sighs. "I really dunno, Rose. I guess maybe they decided I was dead to them. Maybe... maybe I should have called them, but I just-- I couldn't face talking to them directly and anyway, it would have been long distance and I didn't have a cell phone yet and I didn't need to rack up a huge phone bill."