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Show •79 terror, rage, even despair; she liked to ride through life on her high horse. A spirited girl. "Do you think I'm lying about it?" she said. "I am not scared to die." "I think you don't even know what you're talking about." "You superior son of a bitch, there's no use talking to you." She retreated, high-stepping and full of injured passionate dignity, to the other end of the deck. "Not if you won't face the truth, which is that everybody's scared," I called out. "Drop dead!" Exactly. When Jacob and Carlo came we were still at opposite ends. I was watching the divers at work; they had shifted operations to our side of the river and I could sometimes catch a glimpse of them when they rose near the surface: dark shapes slipping slowly through the water like huge silent mysterious fish. Jacob drew me aside. "Last night after we all went to bed I cried, but now I'm here I feel a lot better. It's the waiting that's terrible. The wondering." "Let's face it now-we might never know for sure," I said. "You mean if he just went away." "Yes." |