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Show -263 an aggressiveness I don't have. Adam's mother, the suffragette who chained herself to. public structures all over central Ohio, brought this nose to the Skinners. "Whores," Carlo said. "Bitches and whores." "What?" But his eyes were still closed tight, though I thought I could see faint stirrings under the lids, as if the eyeballs were rolling quickly back and forth in the powerful grip of a dream. "Oh," he said. "Oh. Oh." One hand twitched against his leg. "Wake up." He shook his head violently. I took one hand off the wheel and touched him. "Wake up!" His eyes snapped open. "What is it?" His voice was cool and reasonable. "You were having a bad dream." "Was I? That's funny; I don't remember dreaming at all." He yawned, showing the small white teeth that came from Adam; there was nothing of Alice in him that I could see--the face, the teeth, the eyes, the body, the very stance and the way he set himself to walk and talk were pure Adam Skinner. "Did I say anything while I was asleep?" "You said 'bitches and whores,' and you moaned a couple |
