The characters in The Plot Against America are the Lindberghs as I imagined them in this story, Charles Lindbergh and his wife, Anne Morrow Lindbergh, and my family, among others: my mother, my father, my brother, me, my aunt, and my cousin Alvin. But there was no cousin Alvin. I needed a cousin Alvin, so I created a cousin Alvin. So I wasn't locked into my family as it was – I used my family whenever it yielded something, and if I needed somebody else, I brought them in, invented them. Alvin is... goes in to the... goes to fight the fascists in Europe and loses half his leg and comes back and, because there's nowhere for him to live, he lives with us and he sleeps in my bedroom with me. That never happened. I have no cousin Alvin. All my cousins who fought in the war are older cousins. None of them was wounded or killed, miraculously, and none of them ever lived with us. None of them ever slept in my bedroom with me. So where does it come from then?