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Show •127 defeats; she was like an old soldier who knows that battles can be lost as well as won, and the world will still continue as before. Maybe, maybe, her movements said. But if she was less sure of the world now that she knew it better, she was more certain of herself. She wore wide modern glasses that suited her face, and behind the gray-tinted lenses her eyes were full of self-confidence. "It's the damnedest thing," she said. "I knew it but I couldn't really believe it was so. Adam dead." Carlo leaned far back in his chair and put his bare feet up on the corner of the table. His face was severe. "We all saw the real man today," he said. He gave his head a little side to side shake. "The true Adam. Yes," he said. "Lord." "Put your feet down," Alice said. "I didn't mean any disrespect," Carlo said, not moving. Morgan took his hand and he closed his eyes and shook his head again. "Do you r e a l l y care a l l that much that he's dead?" I asked Alice. "Let's not fight," Jacob said. "Come on, Alice, do you? Tell the truth." "Stop," Jacob said. r: We i•g noredJ uh-i™m . "1T' mm nnoott *- b•~a>d °-w^ oman or a bitch,' »-. . , • i -e T > A married your father and Alice said. "Do you think if I a ma-neu y |
