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Show in my father's house/ 210 md I went to the screen door. Saul's blue Ford was parked in :ront, although it was much too early for them to be home. I ran across the street. Jake looked up quickly, then back at the fishing pole he ,/as dismantling - Saul's fishing pole. "Where's Saul?" Jake grimaced. "We had to drop him off...." He bowed his lead over the fishing pole. Danny came running out of the house. His nose was running and his eyes rimmed red. "Did Jake tell you? He's been shot." I felt the words before Danny's thick, anguished voice reached my ears, as though a memory had been aroused. "He isn't dead." Jake was quick. "He's in the hospital." "Will he live?" "Nobody knows," said Danny. "He'll be all right," Jake broke in. "But it's bad. Went right through here, where his heart is." I wondered what Saul had done to deserve this. Could this be his punishment for asking for a sign from God? My father had warned him about that. But surely God didn't punish people for asking questions. "How will we ever pay for it - the hospital?" I asked. Jake shook his head. "He didn't want me to take him. He wanted me to bring him home." "He said Mom could take care of him," Danny snorted. "Crazy. Every time his heart beat, more blood gushed out." Jake nodded. "He'd have bled to death. We had to take him to the hospital." |