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Show -172 yearning. So go on and call me a kid still at twenty-seven: there are some advantages to not growing up. Only children know the real beauty and terror in life; it's we who are the real true savages, not those dully virtuous dead Indians who filled my father's dreams. And it could be that Morgan was the one, this big girl so full of delicate and unexpected joys. The slope from the hollow of her collarbone to the tip of her breast, glimpsed from the side, was only one. Sometimes when we were alone and she was naked I had to turn my head away because I couldn't endure such beauty. "That's right," Alice said. "We danced. It embarrassed you to watch, Buck; you used to run upstairs and hide." "The way I remember, it was Adam who made us go up." "He was embarrassed too," she said. "Don't talk about him like that," Jacob said. We all looked at him and he turned pink. "I mean, he's dead. Don't you feel sad?" "I've done all the crying I'm going to do," Alice said. She looked angry. "I don't have to prove anything to this crazy family. I wish I understood all of you but I don't." "What's that noise?" Morgan said. "Where is it coming from?" As soon as she called our attention to the sound we all realized that we'd been hearing it for some time: a distant |