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Show •80 Just below us a diver popped up and looked around as if surprised to find himself above the surface; he slipped out of sight again, leaving a long S-shaped train of floating bubbles on the water. "The last time I came for a visit I took Adam to the movies to see Five Easy Pieces," Jacob said. "Do you remember how Jack Nicholson hitches a ride on a log truck and disappears? Maybe that's what Adam did, and five or ten years from now he'll just come back, or else we'll get a postcard from South America saying he's living with the natives like Gauguin. Do you think that's impossible?" "He'd have to be more than seventy years old. But no, it's not impossible." "Look down-if he'd fallen out of the tree he would have ended up six feet from the edge-even a man who can't swim can swim six feet." "Is it a private conversation?" Morgan said. She seemed to have forgotten her anger. 3ehind her Carlo stepped up on the railing and balanced himself with outstretched hands. "We were just agreeing that Adam isn't dead," I told her. "Carlo, come on down from there." She turned to see why I was shouting and her eyes opened wide, hiding their enchanted fold; my baby brother was up on his toes, dancing, clever as a monkey, giving not a glance to the black water below. |
