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Show -216 He reminded me of my older brother Jacob, the Denver lawyer, who is fascinated by his own death and spends his life waiting for the magic moment when he can sum up his life. "I'd like to keep you," Weinstein said, "but you've made up your mind-I can see it." I nodded. "What will you do now?" "Stay in bed and face the world," I said. Beyond the pale thick dusty glass I saw Juan reach for another roll of masking tape. Whap. Snap. Snap. Whap. "It just seemed like the right time to quit," I said to Fancy. I touched the wall and gave myself a gentle push that set me swinging; the pigeon took fright at the motion and let himself fall off the rail. "Well I don't care," Fancy said. "It's your problem. But don't expect to live off me." "I don't think we can go to Oregon after all," I said. "I'm not ready for my father yet." "What's wrong between you two?" "It's hard to explain. For one thing my father's the world's champion no-holds-barred moralizer; he could talk any of us kids into believing anything. But at the same time he never talked to us at all-do you see what I'm saying?" "No." |