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Show 39 to-little Carlo talk. And Jacob's grown up into such a...." I trailed off. Not a fool-Jacob was no fool. "A what?" Morgan said. "A serious man. I don't mean because he' s a lawyer- that's another thing. I mean serious about life. He's not a kid anymore." We heard a shuffle of quick steps on the kitchen linoleum. "Where did you learn to do that?" Jacob said. "Watch this," Carlo told him. Morgan poked me. "Is he dancing? What are they doing?" "I don't know. Adam and Alice used to dance down there sometimes," I said, remembering. "There's an old radio on top of the refrigerator-some nights when the weather's right you can get music from as far away as Chicago or Oklahoma City." "What do you think of Buck's girl?" Carlo said. "She's pretty." "Do you think they're in love? Will he marry her?" "Hear that?" I asked Morgan. "Shh! Let me listen." "I like her," Jacob said. "I think she's good for Buck. Maybe now he'll finally settle down." "I don't think I want her to be here," Carlo said. "I wish he hadn't brought her." "He's upset about Adam," I said, taking Morgan's hand. She snatched it away: she never liked to be comforted unless |
