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Show •295 "In the name of friendship," I said. "We could still be friends," he said seriously. "I wouldn't hold something against you that you did because of family obligations." "What are you trying to say, exactly?" "Now don't be getting offended. You think your family's too respectable for me to look into it? You're getting mad, aren't you. Well don't: think of your father. I liked him but he was nuts. Craziness gets handed down, remember that. Don't forget, I know the truth now." "We'll come see you Monday," I said. "Tomorrow. Is that all right?" "All right," Brady said. "Fine. But don't forget what I told you. Craziness gets handed down." But not necessarily, I thought, walking out to the car. I looked at Carlo sitting up front between Morgan and Alice, and decided that he had probably sent Brady the rifle in a spirit of atonement, and wanting to atone is not a crazy thing, is in fact the opposite. The idea of atonement is incomprehensible to the real crazies. As opposed to guilt, from which many insane people suffer. I wanted to take Adam's car and drive to the coast alone with Jacob, but Alice would want to know why, so I jumped in the back seat with him; we would whisper. Alice's Falcon was noisy enough anyway so that nobody could hear us. |