And both were young

by Madeleine L'Engle

"Alain," the man said. "Suppose I could prove to you that I was your father?"

"How could you prove it? You're not my father. Stop calling me Alain."

"Alain," the man's voice was pleading. "Suppose I showed you a picture I have of you and me when you were little?"

After a moment Paul said, "Let me see the picture."

"It's up the mountain in the chalet where I'm staying. Come with me and I'll show it to you."

"No." Paul's voice was flat and colorless with shock and fear. "Bring it to me."

"Very well," the man said. "I'll bring it to your house this evening."

"No." Paul said again. "No. You can't go there. I'll meet you somewhere."

"Where?"

"Bring it to the chateau. Leave it there for me."