Alfred

Alfred Alfred, the pianist who is also my father although he denies the paternity vehemently, was in Hawaii and played the ukulele with little success and went back to Europe. Alfred the pianist and also my father, could get the sweetest tones when he played and women swooned in other men's arms, was when not playing of a rather sullen nature he spent the day walking around town with alpaca jacket end French bonnet, he looked ever artistic and I followed him around; once when I fell a bollard got in the way; he did help me up and said; I`m not your father! Alfred, the pianist and also my father, got to be ninety-two and in the last years of his life was glad to have a son even if it was a fake one as Alfred was fond of pointing out