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Show •246 " I t i s n ' t enough t o want to be good." "Adam's b i g m i s t a k e , " I s a i d. "I loved him," Carlo said. When the storm came, about half an hour later, Morgan and I were sitting in the kitchen. A sudden wind whipped through the garden, hail rattled on the roof, lightning touched down so close to the house that we heard the sharp spitting of the primary stroke just before the flash and bang of the main shot. "This is Arizona weather," I said. "It hardly ever comes down like this in the Willamette Valley." Another and nearer stroke of lightning made Morgan duck and close her eyes; when she opened them again she glared at me. She wasn't scared of anything human, but natural phenomena broke through her guard; even the common California earthquakes could make her panic. Afterwards she was always more difficult to live with for a while, as if to prove she was still the same tough lady; or maybe it was just to make me pay for having seen her in a weak moment. By five o'clock the rain had settled down to falling in great dark sheets; we turned on the lights. Five minutes later they flared brighter, abruptly went out, came back as dim red images of themselves and slowly went out again. "Shit," Morgan said. "I hate this." Alice's Falcon pulled up in the garage; the motor ran |