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Show -140 wanted to set everything in order. Jacob had been racing the motor in little absent-minded bursts; he took his foot off the clutch and we jumped forward. Behind us someone honked his horn in anger. I looked at him while we drove home. My brother and I didn't resemble each other much. We are both taller than average, but Jacob is solid where I have inherited my father's leanness; my brother has a strong squarish head, where I am long of face; he is short-legged and long-armed and I am the reverse; his eyes are brown, mine are green. And we are nothing alike in temperament-his comes from Adam and he looks to the future for his satisfactions. Whereas I, like my mother maybe, want my benefits right now. "Where are you going?" Instead of turning in at our driveway Jacob pulled into the parking lot of the Congregational church down the street. "I don't want to go home yet." He shut off the motor. On our left was the church, all fieldstone facing, tall narrow windows and slanted cedar boards, modern as a bank; on our right was a deep swampy patch of woods I had liked to play in when I was a kid. Mostly by myself, because Carlo was too little and Jacob too sober-minded to play right. We had no near neighbors; nobody had yet thought to subdivide the fields this far from town. Now it was all Cape Cods and ranch-houses except for this one patch where the builders |