It was ironic,
no?  That the money I made from my
investments in the Trust
allowed me to fund
the town’s arts and humanities, and
provide a platform for
Deegan’s enemies.
Like the theater, symphony, my wife’s
foundation. And that the
collapse of that same
Trust ruined me and silenced all those
voices. While Deegan went
all but untouched.  If
I did not know better, I’d think that
he planned it all this way.