“The truth will set you free. But not until it is finished with you.” -David Foster Wallace

It is the summer of 1985 and gossip in my small community buzzes like the fat, lazy bumblebees sipping nectar from the flowers blooming all over Mississippi. Suddenly, it seems as if my whole life is on display. According to my newly hired attorney, there are rumors I am being followed. I spend a lot of time vacillating between fear and excitement, hiding my car or hers. I avoid being in public with the...