why did he look at her that way why did he look at her that way must be my imagination she s a lovely blooming flower he s just a sprout impossible she s a lovely blooming flower he s all worn out impossible just a fledgeling in the nest just a man who needs a rest he s a beamish boy at best poor old fellow he s a child and love s a test he s too young to pass impassible he has asthma gout a wife lumbago and gas irascible romping in the nursery  he looks tired son sit on your father s knee father you can lean on me him impossible but why did she wave at him that way why did she wave at him that way could there be an explanation women often want a father she may want mine it s possible he s a handsome lad of twenty i m thirty nine it s possible older men know so much more in a way i m forty four next to him i d seem a bore all right fifty then again he is my father i ought to trust impossible then again with love at my age sometimes it s just impossible with a girl i m ill at ease i don t feel well sir about those birds and bees son a glass of water please the situation s fraught fraughter than i thought with horrible impossible possibilities 