She and Jack drove this underpowered death trap to Columbus. Within a week of arrival they had secured a mortgage on a modest bungalow near the Ohio State campus. It closely resembled the little house in which Danny and Cindy lived nearby. With a certain sense of dread—remember, at this time we knew nothing of the tensions between Jack and Cindy, let alone the shameful reason for them—Morgan had anticipated a social life with the Millers. What she already knew about Cindy appalled her: a cute blonde who dressed like Barbie, stood by her man, went to church, made her own clothes, was an active Republican who worked for a law firm that represented banks, insurance companies, and every other kind of capitalist mechanism for repressing the masses. Not exactly Morgan’s cup of tea. The fact that Cindy had graduated in the top 2 percent of her law school class did not impress her. Ohio State? However, the couples did not get together. Steeling herself, Morgan called Cindy twice at her office to suggest dinner, but on both occasions Cindy said tersely that she’d have to call her back.
