“Are we good folks?” I asked. “Well, now,” Winton said. “If you could lay out who we are on a board side by side with them that was killed, and we took a measurement of the good and the bad in each, and long was bad and short was good, our size might be longer than we’d like but a lot shorter than theirs. Life isn’t just black or white, here or there; it’s got some mud in it, and we’re some of the mud.”
