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Show told me that: I never knew her. But she believed in Reason." "He never took you back to visit?" Morgan said. "She married late because she didn't have much time for men, and by the time I was born I think she was already dead." "What about your grandfather?" "Let's not talk anymore," I said. Eventually we came lurching down through fat clouds into rain and murky light; the plane staggered away from slaps of wind; our alloy wings flapped and beat like a clumsy bird's. I felt better as soon as I "*»-9 the ground laid out in sequences of brown and green under us. "You poor boy," Morgan said. I floated down the aluminum steps, tethered to her hand; I felt light-headed as a carnival balloon. At the bottom I stopped to look around; waves of wind rolled in succession down from the hills, wet and cold; the puddles on the asphalt reflected gray clouds racing over our heads. "Now we're here I don't know why we came. I can't give you one good reason," I said. I took Morgan's hand and started to walk toward the terminal building. "I was crazy to come, wasn't I? Tell me the truth." "What's really bothering you?" she said. "I'm remembering things. The day I got out of the Army." I stopped just outside the door. The rain scooped under the concrete roof and ran down my face. It tasted a little |
