He has the key to his father’s house. One of those ornamented messing keys on a chain. Carefully he turns the key inside the lock and unlocks the door with a ‘click’. He lets himself in and walks carefully into the kitchen. His father’s eyes upon him. With a loud ‘clack’ he places the keychain on the table and sits down on a Thonet. Silence surrounds him; welcomes him like an old friend. He grabs two glasses from the cabinet, places them on the table and cheers to his father’s gold framed portrait.