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Show -60 think he was dead." "3ut he was moody," Jacob said. "You were right about that." "All right, but it didn't begin last week or last year either. He's been moody all his life. Think back on all the time you've known him-he made a profession out of being miserable, and people who do that don't kill themselves. I think it's possible he'll come back someday- Maybe to attend his own funeral, like Tom Sawyer." Carlo stopped whistling. "I think he's dead," Jacob said. "How can you be sure? Is there a body? Did someone see him jump? No. So my theory's as good as yours, isn't it?" "Maybe." Jacob was doubtful. "It doesn't seem right. It doesn't seem like Adam." "What's a father to his sons?" I said. "Something they never understand because it's too big and too close to them all their lives. I don't even know what I would do in his circumstances, so how can we say what he might or might not have done? Except I'm pretty sure he didn't kill himself." "You went away when you were seventeen," Jacob said. "How do you know so much?" "Because I took him with me when I went. That's one of the basic rules of being a son. But I carried him around with ne all the time and never understood him, I see that now. |