tepee. “My goodness. You came here to find out who Kevin really is. I think I’ve just stumbled on it, my dear.” “Tell me, who is Kevin?” “Kevin is every man. And woman. He is you; he is me; he is the woman who wears a yellow hat and sits on the third pew every Sunday. Kevin is the natures of humanity personified.” “Please, you can’t mean that everyone’s a Slater.” “No, only those who do as Slater does. Only those who hate. Do you hate, Jennifer? Do you gossip?”
