“Kinney, you don’t know what you’re talking about.” “I know exactly what happened,” she retorts. “He’s done enough.” That’s not Farrow. It’s my dad. He’s standing in the doorway, Moffy beside him, and he tells Kinney, “Put down the pitchforks.” “Dad.” “He’s done enough,” Dad says so severely that Kinney blinks back a surge of sudden tears, then races out of the kitchen, pushing past our oldest brother.
