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Show -248 out there?" "I was thinking what to do next," I said. "About what? It's all taken care of now isn't it?" "There's still Adam's work in the galleries on the coast," I said. "Carlo and I are going to take tomorrow and go visit them. We'll see what they want to do with the things." "Why you and Carlo?" Alice said. "Why not? It'll give us a chance to talk." "I think you should," Morgan said. The way she said it made me feel suddenly happier. "Everything's going to be all right," I said. Alice looked at me curiously. "What are you talking about? Why shouldn't it be all right?" Later, lying in bed with Morgan, I asked myself the same question: why shouldn't everything work out well? But my last thought before I dropped off to sleep was for poor Woody McKinley, killed in the forest. When I tried to imagine how he had died all I could see in my mind's eye was that old photograph of Adam in front of the giant cedars, gripping his shovel as if it would save him and staring with glum concentration into the camera. Poor Woody. Poor Adam. Poor me. My sleep turned out to be full of ghosts. In |
