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Show -326 state is full of people trying to be angels in one way or another-and naturally failing. But I have a sneaky admiration for them. For Adam too. "I love him," I said to Morgan. She stirred sleepily. "What?" "Never mind," I said. "It's all right." I knew she would have been irritated, and would have lectured me again about living in the past. Maybe it was foolish, like wanting to make sense out =of events that never will, but as long as it was there in my head the past seemed alive and important and interesting to me-it would only be dead when I stopped thinking about it. That notion made me suddenly almost intolerably sad; I clutched Morgan's hand tighter but it was a poor comfort. What was she but another person like myself? Finally we are all alone, as Adam said that night. How would this end-this crazy life which was like a senseless tumbling and turning, blown from one place to another by a fierce careless wind, watching other people and sometimes places float by, touching this person and that thing, knocking our heads against the world and crying out like children? I looked down at this stranger, this other person sleeping against me, with her hand in mine. With my other hand I touched her shoulder and shook her gently. "Listen," I said when she opened her eyes. "Serious |