“This is what I wanted you to see,” she said, pointing to what was revealed.
They walked over to the bookcase and surveyed the items that had been revealed when the photograph had been folded out of the way.
“That son of a b***h,” Mrs. Foster said, studying the display.
“How long has this been here?” Tom said.
“Since you started college,” Mary Alice said.
“Why?” Mrs. Foster said.
“You know your husband. He took a stand and couldn’t force himself to back down.”
“How did he gather all of this stuff?” Tom said.
“Mostly through clipping services,” Mary Alice said.
There were pictures of Tom, that had obviously been taken at many of his performances, along with reviews from some of the newspapers. There were even framed copies of Tom’s various diplomas, but they’d been reduced to about
