“They’re expecting 100,000 people,” Lea said as we rode the D Line.
“Are they expecting us?”
“Zooey, you’re either very funny, or a moron.”
“Why can’t I be both?”
We emerged onto Park Street and joined the current of people heading toward the Common. We could hear Sen. McGovern speaking. How would I know who was right if everyone was wrong?
We were told the country needed a revolution. I almost believed it.
But I doubted the revolution would be about ideas. It would be about bloodshed.
And I didn’t need a weatherman to know which way the bullets would flow.