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Show •73 way of feeling grief. But he's alive-I can feel it. Call it an intuition." I gave her a sidelong glance-if I could see belief in her eyes maybe I could convince myself also. I didn't want my father to be dead--he and I had too much to talk about before I could comfortably be a father in my turn. "He could have been a pretty good high-school or community college teacher," I told Morgan. "But success wouldn't have suited him, so he picked a way of life he was sure to fail at. Everybody was supposed to say Poor Adam! That's how he got his joy out of life." "Did you ever tell him?" "How could I? Nobody talks like that to his father." "I would. If I thought Leonard was wasting his life or making a fool of himself I'd tell him." "I believe you; I've seen how you talk to him at heme. But that's Hollywood-that's another world. "^ "Balls," she said. "That's just your excuse." "Fuck you," I said. I moved a couple of steps away from her. A tiny red and white plane buzzed laboriously across the sky; I watched it until it disappeared behind a cloud. "I'm sorry," I said. "Friends?" "Friends." On the far side of the river the cop started the outboard motor and the boat sputtered out to midstream; he |