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Show -169 "He had been working as an extra for years, trying to break into the business, and he was on his way to be interviewed for his first speaking part in a movie. He parked his car two blocks from the studio, stepped out and that wheel fell from five thousand feet and popped his head like a bubble." "Let's talk about something else," Morgan said. "No, wait," I said. I pressed down hard on her hand. "What I mean to say is that we never know. Life itself is a one in a billion chance against. We are very unlikely creatures, but nevertheless here we sit." "Buck," Jacob said. I ignored him and turned to look at Morgan, thinking what wonderful color she had-a lucid deep creamy brown underlaid with rose. An odd elation, a feeling of flying, was moving through me. "Listen, listen. I want to tell you that life is crammed with possibilities. No matter how much against the odds a thing may be, once it happens we can soon see that it couldn't have been any other way- We accept it and go on from there. Who knows what could happen next?" I shot Jacob a meaningful look, and while I held his eye I gave a tiny nod toward Carlo, as if to say: this kid sitting down the family table from us could still be the great Skinner, the one the world will have to sit up and take notice of. A giddy illogical happiness swept me along. I looked all |