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Show -24 that could have squeezed a basketball to death." "Are you going to take his advice?" Jacob said. "Not for a while." "The way we move around it was pure luck that Carlo's telegram found us," Morgan said. I wheeled Jacob's rented Plymouth carefully around a curve slick with running water; a log-truck coming the other way sprayed mud against our windshield, blotting out everything for a second. "Watch out for these loggers," I said to Morgan. "They don't care how they drive." It was pure bad luck that sent Carlo's telegram our way, I thought. If I hadn't found out Adam was dead until a decent length of time had passed I could have stayed where I was and sent some late flowers. After a year or two I could have paid a visit to the grave. But now it was going to be a public affair. The private part would have been hard enough-how do you go about mourning a man you aren't certain you liked? I looked straight ahead and concentrated on my driving. The countryside seemed to huddle under this beating rain; farmland, some low mountains so dark and green they were almost black-really nothing to be sad about. But the landscape had me by the hand and it dragged me back with tender irresistible force to when I was just sixteen years old and driving this same stretch of road in my six-cylinder Chevrolet. It was a clumsy prewar machine with two-dollar second-hand |