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Show -54 "That room you're sleeping in now was Buck's and mine," Jacob told Morgan. "Past history," I said, catching my breath. I was sad again. "We got along but I wasn't much use as an older brother," Jacob said. "Even the little kids Buck's age used to laugh at me because I was absent-minded. When it came to schoolyard fights and such Buck was on his own." "I learned to take care of myself," I said. He looked at me regretfully. Jacob was cursed with family feeling like the rest of us. We all suffered from an excess of it. No one said anything for a long minute. "He walked around town in old pants and funny shoes," I said. "Everybody laughed at him." "At Jacob?" "I'm talking about Adam now," I said. "He bought his clothes at the Goodwill store and never cared what anybody thought." "His beard was never trimmed quite even," Jacob said. "It was always a bit bushier on one side or the other." "Do you remember his big blue winter overcoat, the one that came down over his shoes?" "It looked like it was cut from a horse-blanket," Jacob said. "He was ridiculous in it, but he didn't care." "Did you love him?" Carlo said. He looked at me. |
