Chapter 20
Last night, he hadn’t read the newspaper. Thank God for that! Kate clutched yesterday’s edition of the Chicago Tribune tightly in her lap as morning inched its way toward noontime, doing nothing but sitting in the living room. Maybe, she thought, holding onto it so tightly, she could prevent the paper from spreading its hateful message any further.
He would find out, of course, when he went to work that day. When you worked at the Mercantile Exchange, it was impossible not to keep up on current events; they affected the prices of futures. What would people say to Ted when he went on the floor that morning? What would they whisper behind his back? Would they couch their words to spare him any shame? Would they hide gossip’s glee behind masks of sympathy for his daughter—the w**
