“I’m going to march Jeff over first thing tomorrow and make him apologize to Lia.” During her conversation with Dorothea, Karen Green confessed that they’d only made Jeff take down a flag bearing a swastika from his bedroom wall the week before, and that this new bent, this obsession of his, was peculiar for a number of reasons, not the least being that Karen herself had participated in civil rights marches in the ’60s when she was a teenager.
“You know, I think this situation…” Here, there was silence. Dorothea Payne knew Karen was fighting tears, her face scrunched into a neat wad of sorrow. Coming up for air, Karen’s voice was distorted, as though she were trying to speak while immersed in water.
“His sister, Ryan. We just don’t know … And I think that has made him angry … Not that th
