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Show •40 she asked for comfort. Sometimes not even then. "It should be just us three," Carlo said. "Like it was way back, before Buck went away. Wouldn't that be fine?" "Those were good times," Jacob said. "We really used to stick together, didn't we? The three Skinner brothers." "It was never really like that," Carlo said. "But I wish it had been. It would have been happy times." "We shouldn't lie here and listen to them," Morgan said. "It makes me feel like a spy." I reached for her hand and this tine she let me keep it. She was unpredictable, a very brainy woman who had no use for reason and acted on impulse or inspiration instead. "Buck?" "Yeah?" "What are we really doing here?" "I came to straighten everything out," I said vaguely. "I owe it to Adam. Trust me." Downstairs my brothers' voices had stopped. Darkness pressed down on us all. The dormered ceiling had slopes and complicated angles that could only be guessed at in the gloom, though I knew them very well. "You could have stayed in Los Angeles." "That's a dumb thing to say. How could I?" Wind whistled softly against the window-panes. I was caught in a sticky web of circumstance and necessity. Down |