OCR Text |
Show -315 ashtray. "I'm sorry I didn't stay out there with you to watch him go. I can't take all that sadness. What a miserable time for both of you." "It hasn't been the best month of our lives," I said. "What's going to happen to Jacob? Will he really leave? What about his kids?" "I don't know. Seems like everybody's breaking up, doesn't it?" For a second I wanted to ask her if she might not change her intention of leaving when we got to L.A., but I reminded myself that it was probably for the best. If we hadn't decided to live together for good after four years there was no reason now to expect we'd see the light. "I don't know about Jacob," I said. "The trouble is that we're both a lot more like Adam than we supposed, even him. He went out of his way to be the opposite, and now he has all the advantages he always wanted so badly, but he's found out they don't mean a thing to the old Adam in him." "The past is past," Morgan said. "No it isn't," I said. "It's still there as long as there's anybody who wants to remember it. We grew up in the middle of contradictions; none of us knew what to think about anything. Adam believed firmly in women's rights but he made my mother into what he wanted her to be until she ran away. He told us all the time that we had to make our own decisions but under his words ran a sad tune that said |