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Show -174 He considered my question. "I guess not." He sounded surprised at his own answer. "I thought I was working up to breaking it by hitting the workbench like this, but it was more of a retreat wasn't it, like when you knocked over the kitchen table. It would be a pleasure to,hack the thing to pieces, though. Look at that animal. Don't tell me you wouldn't like to. Buck. Not even one shot with the hammer? I can see you would. Don't lie." "Let's talk." "About what?" "Your life. What are you going to do now?" "I loved him, you know." "So did I. Jacob too. Even Alice did." "You and Jacob shouldn't worry about me so much." Carlo shifted the hammer to his left shoulder but I could see his fingers still tightly wrapped around the handle. "I act a little crazy sometimes but it doesn't mean anything. I'm still a kid-I've got all the time in the world to grow up." "Well what do you want to do now?" I said. "Do you want to live here? I'll give you my share of the house and I'm sure Jacob would too." "All right." "What do you mean, all right? Is it what you want or not? Come on, Carlo, turn around and look at me. It's your life we're talking about-don't you care?" |
