“He was on trial?”
“Yes. Mr. Henry was being prosecuted for k********g and assault.”
“But that’s preposterous,” Jenny says.
“Oh. It was quite a show,” O’Neill says. “Didn’t you read about it in the papers? Even the media seems to be against him. They took up the district attorney’s claim that he was impinging upon the students’ rights to freedom of speech and religion.”
“Why were you there?”
“Actually, I was testifying as an expert witness, a psychiatrist, in support of Mr. Henry. Interestingly enough, Mr. Henry’s defense was being provided by a group from Yale, and I was appearing at their request. Yale is my alma mater, you see, and . . .”
“Dad,” Carla, who tugs on my father’s sleeve, interrupts. “Mr. Levine was looking for you.”
She nods her head to the right and he looks behind
