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Show -50 "What did the police say?" i asked Carlo. "That he jumped? Do they call it suicide?" He drifted over to the refrigerator and pulled out a banana. "They're not saying one way or another. But it could be." He peeled back the yellow skin and took a bite. "Do you think? Could Dad have done that?" Jacob stood up; a piece of the sugar-bowl crunched under his foot. "He could have fallen asleep and slipped into the river. He was getting old." He paced slowly back and forth. Behind him, in the dark corner, the wooden Indian grinned menacingly. "I loved him," Carlo said. He still clutched his banana and I resisted a sudden apelike urge to snatch it out of his hand and throw it down on the floor. Jacob frowned. "That's probably what happened. He wasn't a swimmer and the suddenness of it is probably what killed him." He came closer to the table. "I'm sure that's it-that's how it must have been. The shock." "Do you want to know what I think?" I said. "He could hardly swim at all. He was sixty years old," Jacob said. "I think he did jump in. Killed himself." "Oh no." Morgan put up a hand to cover her mouth. Carlo stared at her; his face was filled with an emotion I couldn't read: suspicion, anger, pleasure? I couldn't be |
