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Show •132 "I've heard that question before. If I ever find the answer I'll tell the .world. Carlo, why do you have to be such a pain sometimes? Why can't you behave like a normal person?" "Don't you like me, Buck?" I had to grin too. "Yeah, I like you. But you're acting crazy." He stopped smiling. "Well aren't we all. But we're entitled to act odd-our father's dead. What's a little craziness compared to that?" "You just said he wasn't your father." "Don't be dumb," Carlo said._ "Let's go back down." In the kitchen Alice was drinking her tea standing up, leaning back against the stove. She had on tan slacks and a tan shirt cut from stiff creasy material such as Army uniforms are made of. Her hair was gathered back and pinned tight behind her head. "About the arrangements for Adam," she said. "Don't look at me," I told her. "Ask Jacob what he wants done-he's the head of the family now." "He wanted to have his body cremated and the ashes scattered," Carlo said. Alice ignored him. "I was thinking along the lines of a very simple funeral." "Scattered?" Jacob said. |