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Show -267 "Later," I said. "Adam went for his walk and the fight started again when he came back." Jacob came down the stairs when he heard us shouting; I remember him standing in the dining-room doorway with a troubled face. Adam and I didn't pay him any attention; we were caught up in a furious rush of family feeling. "You drove my mother out of the house," I yelled. By then Adam's eyes were wet too. Jacob wasn't crying but he was as agitated as we were-he scratched his, head, pulled at his tie, bit his knuckles, did a slow anxious dance in the doorway. "She left because she wanted to, Buck." "You were glad. What did you do to get her to stay? You don't have to pretend. You don't love anybody-you can't love people." The hammer was there under my hand and I threw it with intent to communicate. Adam ducked; the sharp point made a deep ragged dent in the door behind him, Jacob jumped between us but there was no need to. I ran outside. "And there you were," I said to Carlo, remembering now. "You were sitting under the big tree holding-" "An old Raggedy-Ann doll," Carlo said. "That's right. Jesus, to think you actually remember that! And I picked you up and hugged you-you were the only one that I was sorry to leave behind." |