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Show •104 like a pole-star, and people, buildings, streets and cars swung around and under me in great regular circles. Had I let go, I was certain that instead of being yanked headlong to the ground I would have sailed down in lazy arcs like a dried leaf, and touched the earth softly. "Was that your spiritual experience?" Jacob said. "No. Wait, I'm coming to it." The divers were working right under us, moving shadows under the shadowy water. The cop in the boat had pushed his hat back on his forehead and was leaning over the side to look, but his face showed little interest in what was happening. At the other end of our deck Morgan and Carlo were head to head, intent on each other. Morgan, under her temperamental exterior, had reservoirs of kindness and I hoped that she could help him get over the disappearance of our father. Much as it affected Jacob and me it was bound to hurt Carlo more: he'd lived with the old man always, and been his favorite. I wanted Jacob to understand what I was going to tell him. I wanted him to agree that I'd acted under unusual circumstances and that it was possible for a man to turn his life around and leave his wife and not be a bad person. He might have to do it himself someday. I wanted him to approve what I'd done, but I looked at his serious earnest lawyer's face and settled for being understood. "It was about eight o'clock in the evening before I found |
