Could it be? Samantha Kingston? Home? On a Friday? I roll my eyes. I don’t know. Did you do a lot of acid in the sixties? Could be a flashback. I was two years old in 1960. I came too late for the party. He leans down and pecks me on the head. I pull away out of habit. And I’m not even going to ask how you know about acid flashbacks. What’s an acid flashback? Izzy crows. Nothing, my dad and I say at the same time, and he smiles at me.