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Show -262 Adam's favorite; I didn't believe Carlo completely but even the possibility that it might have been true made the ordinary day outside seem strange to me. The most normal things were touched with a melancholy power, like objects unexpectedly remembered after many years, everyday things given the power to enchant the mind. Maybe it was all only a trick of that seaside light, so different from all others; brilliant, damp and cool, it casts peculiar shadows which themselves seem bright. Open-mouthed, Carlo gave a soft fluttering snore; while I watched, his teeth clicked together suddenly and locked in something halfway between a grin and a grind. Calling me Adam's favorite did make a peculiar kind of sense; if he and I hadn't been caught up in exaggerated family feeling we could probably have managed a truce, like other fathers and sons. 3ut we expected too much from each other: I wanted a perfect father, he wanted an extraordinary son. We were both disappointed. Carlo mumbled something. I turned to look, but he was still asleep. My baby brother had grown up into a very good-looking kid, I decided. The light fell through the windshield onto his face, illuminating the features. I wished that I had been born with his nose; mine came from the female side of the family, I think-I've seen pictures. It's sharper, too determined, has too much character; it signals |
