IT WAS A FRIGHTENING thing for Frankie, realizing that her father might not be who she thought he was. That he could be . . . well, something—or someone—else. That he could be, of all things, spying for Adolf Hitler. What it did was make her wonder if everything she knew to be true wasn’t true at all. Indeed, that was something to wonder.
Tell the truth, is there anything in this world to be more frightened of?