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Show •158 "It isn't a good idea for you to come live here now," I said. Her finger cut Buckley off in mid-grimace; he rolled his eyes, wrinkled his nose, shrank to a bright dot in the middle of the screen which vanished, leaving a larger diffuse ghost of itself which vanished in turn. Alice wore mother-of-pearly lipstick; her lips gleamed, her large teeth gleamed, under blue eye-shadow her eyes gleamed. She looked past me and frowned slightly. "Carlo," she said. "Let him stay. He's nineteen years"old, Alice; he can hear this." She shook her head. "Carlo." He grinned at me, winked and went away. "Why shouldn't I come to live here, Buck? You saw Adam's will-it leaves the house to all four of us. Equal shares. So give me a good reason why I can't move in." "You have your own house. We don't want you here." "It's a difficult time; we're all on edge," Jacob said. I turned around and saw him standing in the door with Morgan, I loved him-clumsiness comes from the heart. He stumbled through life dropping things and bumping into people but though he had a large body, a bear's face, he was a tender man. "Go home, Alice," I said. |
