You open the door expecting your dad on the other side; you turn away without acknowledging the figure in the door. Welcome in, Dad. It’s been a while. You turn back to the door and see it’s not your dad, but your next-door neighbor; he has an expression you can’t quite read, but you’ve never been much good at reading the emotions of such a brutish man. Kenzo Tanaka clears his throat. “Not your daddy.”