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Show -59 "No, about me. About how peculiar life is when you come down to it. Do you ever wonder about all the millions of things you might have been? And out of all of them, what made you be this particular one? But I'll tell you something about Adam-I don't think he killed himself." Carlo looked up. "Where are all your good reasons?" "They weren't so hot after all. Don't ask me why, but I'm sure it didn't happen like that." It was a sudden conviction that came to me from nowhere, fully-formed and seemingly logical. Some people kill themselves the first chance they get; others wouldn't do it in a thousand years, and I could clearly see that my father was one of the latter. Jacob nodded. "Then it's like I said, isn't it? He fell in and drowned. It was an accident." "Maybe." They all looked at me. "What else could it be?" Morgan said. Carlo whistled a little tune between his teeth. Jacob rubbed his glasses over and over with his handkerchief while he stared. "This may sound stranc but what if he isn't dead at all? Men his age do peculiar things sometimes. What if he just walked away from this Marysville life?" "Without his coat and shoes?" Jacob said. "The human mind is a damned odd machine," I said. "Maybe once he made up his mind to go he didn't want to stop and put them back on. Maybe he left them because he wanted us to |