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Show -168 "Oh God," he said. "Buck-" "Calm down." I slipped the cartridge into my pocket and began to wrap up the rifle again. "There's nothing to feel bad about." I handed him the package and he took it willingly, but he simply sat there clutching it to his chest. "Don't you understand?" he said. "There's nothing to understand. If I were you I'd just put that back where you found it and screw the door on again. Do you want me to help you?" He shook his head; he didn't move to get up. "Go on," I said. "And we don't need to say anything to anybody. Go on now." He turned back at the door; his big face was full of woe. "It wouldn't make him a monster." "What are you talking about? Go on now, before Alice comes back. And screw the door on tight." "What's the matter with you?" Morgan said at dinner. "I've asked you the same question three times. What are you dreaming about?" "A friend of a friend of mine was once hit on the head by a wheel that fell off an airplane," I said. I saw Alice watching me from across the table, her dark eyes brilliant behind the wide smoky lenses. Morgan's hand stirred uneasily under mine. |
