557. The restaurant was nearly empty. Frank, 60, was sitting with his only son. Sam, 30, said, "I did something really bad. I can't sleep or think. I'm hoping you can help me." Frank said, "I'm here for you, you know that. I always have been, and I always will be. What do you mean by 'bad'? You didn't murder anyone, did you?" Sam said, "No, but this isn't much better. I can't even bring myself to say it out loud. Can I just write it down?" Frank said, "Of course, Son." Sam wrote something on a piece of paper and passed it over. His dad read it. He said angrily, "Tell me this isn't true." Sam put his face in his hands. Frank crushed the paper into a ball. He smashed it with his fist. He said, "This would kill your mother. You're no son of mine." Frank stormed out. 1.3