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Show •20 where it had been resting. I could see her getting ready to answer with something like "Well fuck you, then!" but she held back because Jacob was there. Not that company generallv stopped her from speaking her mind, but there was a certain delicacy in her treatment of my brother already. "Nobody would have picked out Jacob as a future success," I said. "Oh, he did dress like a judge and he was always serious around the house, but it was a sort of dreamy seriousness, like a kid playing at being Sir Lancelot. In high school he used to read adventure stories in class behind his textbooks." "You've changed," Morgan said to him. She sounded disappointed. "No he hasn't. Common sense and hard-headedness are a dream too. I knew a nan named Benbow once-well, I'll save that story. But ihe law's a perfect packet of dreams, that's why he does so well at it-isn't that right, Jacob? It's not real." He looked down and blushed and I was immediately sorry that I had teased him. For all his gray hair which I saw for the first time, his education, his somber face, I realized that he was still sensitive. Morgan looked at him with affection. Maybe because of her early connection with the world of the movies she had a weakness for odd ones and dreamers. Her |