The social workers were kind, and they were also honest, which is a harder and better thing.

“Bernard, you’re a single man,” one of them said, not unkindly, laying it out the way you’d lay out a diagnosis.

“You’ve never raised a child.

Not one.

And we’re not talking about one.

Five children under seven would stretch an experienced couple to the breaking point.

You understand that.”

I did understand it.