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Show -258 top-heavy man with a massive chest and long thin legs that looked too delicate to hold up the whole. It was a fish-hook memory, solidly planted. "I do remember," I said, "Linda looked sort of little-girl mean, and Adam made a speech on the rights of women and looked as if he wanted to cry." "He was sorry when you left too," Carlo said. "We talked about it. We talked about you." "Yeah?" "Often," Carlo said. From the top of the last hill we looked down and saw the blue Pacific spread out above the trees. The piebald pickup turned off down a sideroad; as we passed by I had a glimpse of the driver, an open-faced, half-bald bearded man about my age. He waved. We began the descent to the sea. "You were his favorite," Carlo said. "He wanted you to come back." "Why didn't he write and ask me to?" "You know Adam. Stubborn. Why didn't you just come home, if you wanted?" "You know me. Anyway I didn't want to. You were the only one I ever wanted to see again." "Well you were his favorite," Carlo said. "That's hard to believe. He never talked to me the |