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Show 66 "Let's get out of here now," Linda said. "I've seen enough of this place. Come, on." "She came upstairs and kissed us goodbye," Jacob told Morgan. "If I'd been your father I would have beaten them both up," Morgan said. "Poor Jacob. Poor Buck." Her pretty face was full of fury and compassion, her cheeks were flushed and her eyes were bright with feeling. I leaned a little further out the window. "I hope the bitch is dead. Why rake over old troubles, Jacob?" My brother jumped. "I didn't mean to make you mad. Morgan has a right to know about us if she's going to be family." "Nobody's getting mad. That story's no big secret-everybody in town knows what happened to Adam's wife. But why drag it out for Morgan? Why should she have to suffer with it?" I saw Carlo come out of the toolshed with a hoe in his hand. He stopped and looked up at me. "You'd better get dressed now," he said. "What? Why?" "It's a secret." "I give up. Tell me." He shook his head, "Why didn't you want me to know about Linda?" Morgan said. "I don't care if you know but it's stupid for Jacob to |
