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Show = 72 I could turn two hands were clapped over my eyes. "Hi, Morgan." "How did you know it was me?" "I know your fingers." She let me go and pointed to the other side of the river, "Are those the divers? Have they started yet?" "Yes." "It's horrible," she said. "What if they did find your father--you could stand it, and maybe Jacob could too, but what would happen to Carlo?" "Don't be too sure that I could stand it," I said. "But he's not down there. Where are Jacob and Carlo anyway? Didn't they come with you?" "They're parking the car." "Well they could have stayed home. Nothing's going to happen here." She looked at me curiously. "What are you angry about now? " "Me? Nothing. I'm not angry." But I was ready to stamp my feet with rage. My hands clutched the wooden rail with a strangler's grip. "I want to break something," I said. "Only I don't know what or why." "Poor Buck," Morgan said. "It's Adam." I discovered it when I said his name. "You should be sad because he's dead." "If he was dead I would be. Or maybe this would be my |
