August 3, 1968
by Amy
Bea and I hung out at Grant Park today and wondered what the whole scene will feel like in a few weeks.
“Are you nervous about being part of a public lawsuit, with your Dad and everything?”
People keep asking me that. I don’t know. Since he doesn’t give a damn what I think; I don’t really feel like I should care what he thinks. Besides, he doesn’t ask for my approval when he writes a column against us. Why should I give him warning about the suit?
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I just got off the phone with my Father. He knows about the suit… Already. It’s not even public knowledge yet. How the hell did he find out? He says he wants to meet with me to discuss it.
I’ll talk to him, but it’s not going to change my mind.
