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Show •30 "That's not entirely fair," Jacob said. "No. You're right. I can remember maybe twice when he did try. One was the time I hopped a freight train all the way to the coast and hitch-hiked back at three in the morning. That got his attention. I was twelve years old. Remember that, Jacob?" "You were a pretty arrogant kid when you were twelve," Jacob said. "Not easy to talk to. And I was awkward. Adam was wonderfully precise with his hands," he explained to Morgan. "But I didn't inherit it from him. I'm constantly dropping things. Even now I can't walk across a room without knocking something over. That's why I wanted Buck to drive the car. Kathleen says I'm a hopeless case." He laughed, then his face became somber again. "When I was little nothing around me was safe and I think I made Adam nervous. And then I was always lost in my books too. What I'm saying is that maybe we didn't give Adam much of a chance to talk to us, Buck." "Actually Carlo's the one who got along well with Adam," I said. "Better than either one of us." "I'm not sure I have you all straight," Morgan said. "Buck doesn't talk about the family much. Is Carlo your half-brother?" "We're all three half-brothers to each other," I said. "Jacob's mother came out to Oregon with Adam but she died. My mother ran off with a Hawaiian and Carlo's mother is Alice, |