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Show 47 time. Carlo picked up his apples and tossed them up one by one. "Shh!" Jacob said. If she'd heard us talking about her, she gave no sign. She smiled at Jacob,, grinned at Carlo and snatched one of his apples out of the air. She bit into it. "If nobody's going to go back to bed I'll make some coffee. Come on, Carlo, you can show me where you keep everything." This was Morgan in a good mood; she had a violent Western nature and either sunshine or storm was the rule with her-she had few of those half-cloudy neither here nor there broody days. "How long has he been like that?" I said as soon as they'd gone into the kitchen. "What do you mean?" "Odd. All this juggling and dancing around. He doesn't look good to me. " "He's upset," Jacob whispered. "It's natural." "What do you call natural?" "He and Adam were very close these last few years. This has been an awful shock for him." "Do you know what happened yet? Did you ask?" "We just got here, Buck. It hasn't been a whole night yet. I thought it would be better to let him bring it up in his own good time. Let him pull himself together first. Give him a chance." "You and I always went at things differently," I said. |