“Yes, of course...”
“I suppose that was the first time I realized how much I disliked my father. Because he said I’d murdered Prince.”
“Was this why, later, you rejected your parents?”
“How could you know that?”
“I’ve talked to them. Drove up to New London...”
“I hated both my parents from the day I learned they were rich and had never told me. For years they’d led me to believe they were not. I knew they weren’t poor, but I’d no idea my father had inherited two fortunes. I detest them both. My father was a stupid football player, my mother a vulgar Broadway dancer. I never took a dime from them after I married Toby Towson. And I owe them nothing! You’ve seen that miserable house where I was born? Where they still live! With their money they could live anywhere. But they like it there
