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Show •81 "He's going to fall," Morgan said, putting a hand over her mouth too late to hold back the prophecy. "Carlo, come down," Jacob said. But he laughed, and Morgan laughed too. Carlo strutted back and forth on his narrow perch, bowed and made solemn faces, pivoted and pirouetted with comical grace. "When he was five years old he could turn backward somersaults one after the other for as long as anybody would watch him," I said, "He's always been very agile," Jacob said, Morgan clapped her hands solemnly and Carlo laid one hand over his heart, took off an imaginary hat with the other and bowed to her. At the bottom of the bow he wavered and seemed about to lose his balance; Morgan gave a little scream and he caught himself and grinned. "Don't be scared, that's part of the act," he said. "If you make it look too simple the audience doesn't appreciate you enough." He jumped down and took her hand. "Everybody falls in love with Morgan," I told Jacob. "She witches them into it." My brother blushed and looked down at his boots. "She's a nice girl." "No she isn't," I said. "But it doesn't stop them-they fall in love with her anyway." In the lumberyard somebody was slowly feeding long green |
