We walked out four across.Down the long hallway past everything Alvin had hung on the walls to tell the story of himself, the company milestones and the civic awards and the portrait of a younger man shaking hands with someone important, and through the front door and down the marble steps and across the white stone driveway in the May morning.The fountain was still going.Of course it was.Fountains do not participate in the endings of things.We stopped at the cars. Harry's truck. Fabiola's car. My mother's cab was long gone. She would ride with one of us.I turned around.The mansion blazed in the morning light the way it always blazed, every window lit, the pale stone warm, the hedges perfect. And at the window of the sitting room, behind the glass, Alvin stood with his hands at his sides.His hands were shaking.Small tremors. Barely visible from forty feet. But I had been trained by his own attention to notice things at distance, and I could see the tremor from where I stood.
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