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Show -149 plate across the table. "Have some cake, Jacob. But he didn't amount to anything. That's sad." "Van Gogh only sold one painting while he was alive," Carlo said, "and it was his brother who bought it." "Good cake," Jacob said. "Very good," I said. "And now Van Gogh's famous, is that what you're getting at, Carlo?" "It doesn't follow that Adam was a great sculptor who'll be recognized now that he's dead," Alice said. She shook her head in wonder. "He could have been almost anything he wanted but he chose to be a bad artist. Nobody will ever know why." "I think he might have been something more if he'd lived," Jacob said. "Did any of you see the last piece he was working on? It's in the workshop." "So he might be famous someday," Carlo said. "We don't know, do we?" Alice frowned. "You and Jacob are going to have to learn to distinguish between fact and fantasy someday or you're going to lead very unhappy lives." "Yes," Carlo said. "I don't care anyway-" "Were you and Adam really going to split up?" I asked her. "Brady said he'd heard that you were." Alice clamped her lips together; she shook her head; I thought she might either smile or burst into tears. "It |