“But what’s your part in this, John?” Kenn asked. “Why are you involved?”
“We are a human family; we have to look out for one another. The organized political process of this country is disgusting.” Kenn and I looked at each other in disbelief. “The kind of money that is spent on campaigns displacing the rights of Americans is unacceptable.”
“Uh, OK, but why are you here helping us, Mr. Denver?” Kenn asked with shock in his voice.
“Seriously,” Denver said, turning to me, “is this guy an i***t?”
“Well, his marks in school were worse that Einstein’s,” I replied, ignoring Kenn’s incendiary glare. “But in fairness, we’ve had a lot going on,” I added.
Sure, I was making amends to Kenn. Of course I was, even if he had been a perpetual pain in my ass. Even if he reminded me of his superior s
