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Show He held one hand up, open. "Just O.K." He walked the children to the bus, came back. Leah was at another window, looking out, this time at the lake. "Do you want to talk?" Hunt asked. "When do you plan to leave?" "We'll work it out." "No." "What do you mean, 'no'?" "I mean, I'm not working anything out. Not any more. Not now." "Why?" "Because you've got to want to work things out." "You do. You will. It's just ..." "No. No, that's the point bright-as-you-are you don't get. No. No, I don't." "Look ..." "Hunt? Do you think any of those six thousand depopulated deer drowned? Walked out on ice like that, fell through and just drowned? Do you think any of them are at the bottom of this lake?" "Leah, cut it!" "Why? You've thought about death for fourteen years, haven't you? Didn't you tell me that?" "Yes. But I also thought about life." "Yes. But you see, you're whole now. Going to be whole. You've made |