I’m a bad enough mother. I’m a good enough crime fiction writer. Lanny is nothing to do with the sickness of the human spirit I write about. He might see contamination coming and step gracefully aside. He will not become a malevolent or unhappy person because of what was in his mother’s Word documents. This is all in my head. Lanny is all in his own head. Who is judging me? I daren’t consider it.
