In 1985 Flagg was living in a "tragic" New York apartment on the Upper West Side and trying to write a novel.
He told Flagg he had an extra ticket to see Eudora Welty at the 92nd Street Y the following week and invited her to use it.
They were holding too many meetings, he realized, descending into politics instead of ascending to reckon with Flagg.
As she told the story 27 years later, Flagg said, "I knew not to jump."
But Flagg, too, comes apart in his machinations, bent ever more fully on political domination.
She felt that she had some of the Flagg spirit of that sort in her.
I hope to prove that if any borrowing was done, it was done by Flagg.
She saw Latisan come striding down from the Flagg mansion, determination in his manner.
And there was Flagg to reckon with if violence should be attempted.
The Indians did have a good reason for giving Flagg that honor.