Twenty-Eight
“LOOK, HELEN, I DON’T believe Gladys will do anything wrong.”
We just crossed the Maryland-West Virginia border on our way to a small town outside of Charlestown to visit Mark Dupree. When we called the previous evening and told him about his sister, he expressed a mixture of shock, surprise, and sadness. According to him, they hadn’t spoken in fifteen years. We arranged to meet him at his home the next day around noon.
Most of our conversation, however, did not concern our pending interview with Mark Dupree.
“I’m not saying she will, Tom,” Helen says, gripping the steering wheel. “But I don’t like the idea of her having anything to do with him.”
“Helen, she is a grown woman, not to mention a genius. I think she can take care of herself.”
“Oh, I have no doubt about that,
