“It’s not?” Susan asked, already stunned. She wasn’t sure what her husband might have to tell her but she wasn’t expecting this. “I think I better take a seat for this.” “Good idea,” Wilson said. “My real name is…or I should say was, Brendan Wilson. You thought I grew up in Ohio, but I really grew up in upstate New York, in a little place called North Tonawanda. It’s near Niagara Falls. Everyone used to call me Wilson anyway, using my last name, so when I went into hiding I figured I’d use that as my first. I was used to hearing it and I wouldn’t get caught staring into space forgetting my new name when someone was trying to talk to me. Kemp was the last name of a friend I’d had in junior high. I was trying to keep things as simple as possible.” “When you went into hiding?” Susan asked. “Jesus! Why did you have to hide? Did you rob a bank or something?” “Do you want to hear this or not? Let me get it out before I change my mind, okay?” “Okay.
