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Show -314 creatures from Jules Verne or the Book of Revelations, aren't they all the same pretty enough to make you weep? Of course I had other reasons to weep this afternoon. I kept looking after Jacob's plane until it was only a yellow speck vanishing in its own cloud of black kerosene exhaust. At the terminal gate my brother had turned and grabbed both my hands in his. "We'll have to see each other often now," he said. His eyes behind the horn-rim glasses were watery. "You come to Denver or I'll come to Los Angeles. We're the family now. We're all that's left. Except that I probably won't be in Denver very long. I've made up my mind." He hugged Morgan, picked up his briefcase and ran outside before we could see him cry. When I couldn't see even the smoke any more I turned and went back in. I found Morgan in the coffee shop clutching a cigarette and screwing up her eyes. "You don't smoke," I said. "When I was a little kid I was sure that as soon as I grew up I'd enjoy cigarettes. I give it a try every couple of years." "How is it?" "Makes me sick." She took another deep drag to be certain, and made a face. "God but that's an awful taste. How do people do it?" She ground out the butt in the |