There was unfinished business in Lees bedroom, a matter
Adam had tried to forget but couldn’t. For days now he had
thought of the book in her drawer, the book with a photo of a
young black man hanging by a rope, and somewhere under his
feet a crowd of proud white people. Adam had put the picture
together in his mind, adding faces, drawing the tree, the rope. He
had imagined the picture for days now, and it was time to finally
take a look