I had seen a little world go kablooey in Danville, another do the same in Key West, and a third in Downers Grove, and it seemed likely to happen a fourth time in the house on Rust Road. But it didn’t. Charlie lucked out. Barbara returned to school. Jerry fell and was caught. Marcy came around. It was time for me to fly back to Rome. Barbara stopped me on my way out to my rental car on my return to the airport. “You have been a great help to us, Jake,” she said. “I didn’t understand why you were here at first—” “I wanted to be here,” I said. “Right, but why? Well, now I know. You love that man.
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