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Show •128 moved in here with all of you I'd have made a happy man out of him?" "NO." "I have as much right to mourn Adam as you do. Buck. Maybe more-where have you been the last ten years?" "All right," I said. "I was putting in some distance too." "He was a taker," Alice said. "If I hadn't set limits he would have swallowed me alive." "My dad?" I said. The tea-kettle coughed and began to whistle. Gray steam came up in a little cloud and curled against the low ceiling. I didn't like Alice but I saw that I had to respect her. If she had made my father unhappy it was probably largely his fault. At worst you could say that Adam, who had a craving for love, had chosen not to satisfy it, and had had the perception to pick the exact woman for his purpose, Alice wasn't a loving person, though perhaps she thought she was. "Where did they take the body?" she said. "Lamech's Funeral Parlor. We're supposed to call them tomorrow and make the arrangements." The hum of the old refrigerator was like a deep moan; the kettle's whistle (nobody thought to shut it off) reminded me of Carlo's wail when he jumped into the river. The room thumped and beat |
