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Show •264 of times; that's when I thought I'd better wake you up. And you don't remember what it was all about? It must have been some dream." "I'm hungry," he said. He sat up straight in the seat and stretched himself. f "Morgan made us some sandwiches," I said. I pulled off the road into a state park with concrete picnic tables. It was high on a bluff overlooking the ocean; three hundred feet below us slow waves rolled in to boom and break on sharp black rocks; Sitka spruce twisted into submissive shapes by the constant wind grew in high tangled thickets all around the clearing. I watched Carlo eat and thought of ail the urgent questions I wanted to ask, but something stopped me cold. I decided then that I would let the particulars of Adam's death remain a mystery, and would never ask Carlo if he was connected with it. Let mysteries be mysteries, I thought. Anyway it wasn't a matter of choice; I could no more ask Carlo about that than I could climb to the top of the cyclone fence in front of us and fly off over the sea. The comparison reminded me of Jenny and J. Cash; that goofy broad had been serenely certain that she could fly like a bird, given sufficient faith in-what had she called it-the great curve of the world, Beliefs like that, which had been absent from the Western world for a thousand years, were suddenly springing up again, |