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Show -312 headlong into two consecutive forward flips so perfect that they looked like a slow-motion film and, moving out of the last one, leaped to the top of the fencing. He landed perfectly balanced, knees flexed, facing us. He swept an imaginary hat off his head and made a deep bow to the ladies, teetering slightly on that narrow steel bar; then he straightened up and, still smiling gravely, made his backward leap, at once comic and graceful, over the edge. "No!" Morgan cried. "He jumped." Alice's voice was as flat as two hardwood blocks being clapped together. "Jesus," Jacob said. "Oh Lord Jesus." The fence was two steps from the table; I ran to it and leaned over as far as I could; I saw my little brother floating downward faster and faster, arms and legs flapping, the body getting smaller and smaller. Falling, falling, falling toward that bitter goddamned ozone-smelling sea. His face was turned up to me and I swear to God that he still smiled. |
