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Show •155 or sadness had nothing to do with the urge; it was more like a sexual thing." Poor Carlo had tried his leap without warning; he slipped out of his seat-harness, quietly unlatched the door, then with a quick and convulsive motion, like a landed fish leaping for the water and home, he swung his legs out and tried to dart away. A random loop of webbing hooked his arm and saved him; I reached over the seat and took him by the neck just in time. We flailed and grabbed at each other while the plane rocked and swung and the pilot shouted. For two or three seconds my brother and I hung side by side looking straight down into cold windy tempting space, poised high over the rocks that looked like black teeth. "Everything's sexual to you except sex," Morgan said. She took my hand and pressed it deeper. "I know the difference," I said. Her fierce fingers clamped my wrist; her eyes stayed closed. "Do it," she told me. "Please, Buck." We drove back to Marysville at dusk; the setting sun shot rays of purple, crimson and orange light across the valley, charging the high clouds with passionate colors. Adam's little car clattered along, one of a long line of homeward-bound campers and station-wagons; I twisted my neck out of shape trying not to lose any act in the celestial display while still following my earthbound road with its |