"I have a kid about your age--Zach's six and a half. Karen's going to be twelve next month. We also have two seventeen-year-olds and a baby on the way." Absently, Bill rubbed his thigh hard, pressing against a persistent tightness. "I don't remember my dad. He died when I was two. I think it was a lot harder on Mum to not have him around than it was on me." He smiled a bit. "But we went back to England every summer until I was fourteen, so I know a lot of my cousins well enough, and Mum's always kept in touch with all my aunts and uncles."