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Show -318 stop talking. Instead I shifted around to face Morgan squarely. "He could have been anything but what he chose to be was dead. He was planning to kill himself all along, I see that now. He tried to find ways out, like going to college and becoming a famous person, or having Brady catch him, but none of those were real exits from a situation he couldn't stand, so he did what he knew all along he'd have to do. I'll take my share of the responsibility but how could I have stopped him?" "You couldn't" Morgan said. She laid her hand on my forehead, pressed down and helped me close my eyes, "But you're going to blame yourself anyhow. I know you, 3uck." "It was my fault," I said. "I'm older, I've had experience, I've been around. I should have thought of something. Why didn't we take him to a doctor?" "Doctors don't work with really bright people who don't want to be cured. Look what happened to Hemingway; he fooled a dozen psychiatrists and came home from the Mayo Clinic and shot himself." "Yes. But still-" "I know," Morgan said. Because I'm my father's son, I wanted to take those events and beat and pull at them until I'd given them Beauty, Form, Meaning. It's easier to shape greasy clay or stone |