Tony stopped reading, stared at the letter, worked his tongue anxiously against his teeth, did not look up.
“What do you think?” Uncle James asked.
“Who’s Mr. K.?” Isabella pressed.
“What’s he talking about, ‘destroying the will’?”
Tony looked up. He felt grave. “I don’t know,” he answered. “I don’t know.”
“Is this about the peace protestors? Burning flags, indeed! Or the Chicago Eight? Or this My Lai place?”
All Tony would say is, “I don’t know.” He read the remainder of the letter, which was cheerful, newsy. Li had sold a sketch of three marines and three PF soldiers to a major British magazine. She had sketched a portrait of Jimmy with his new rank insignia. The fighting, very sporadic, was going well for the ARVN, the RF/PF, and the Americans. Viet Namization was heavily underway
