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Show -152 Jacob gave me a long exasperated bewildered look. "Then what are we doing here?" "We're doing what you said-not overlooking any possibilities." I stood at the window. Low clouds trailed north over the house in heavy ragged formations. The hedges in Alice's back yard suddenly glistened under the impact of a random flash of sunlight, quickly shut off. "I'd forgotten how miserable the weather was in Oregon," I said. "You're very like Adam in some ways," Jacob said. "Now me, I hardly notice weather at all." "Who in this town could have thought enough of our father to shoot him, Jacob? Adam was a clown. Who'd kill a clown?" "Another clown." "What does that mean?" He turned away. "Nothing. Let's get out of here." We stood for a minute on the sidewalk and looked back at the house. It had a shingled front, weathered to a soft gray when Alice first bought it; now it was as mercilessly white as the interior, except for a single streak of rust running down from a leaky gutter. "You, me, Carlo," Jacob said. "Doesn't it strike you as odd? We're so like Adam and we're so different from each other. Sometimes I feel as if I don't know us at all. What do you think of that?" |