It turned out not to be much, in his view--a brief, awkward experience, where the pleasure was soon drowned in embarrassment and a feeling of sadness. It surprised him that she didn't seem to care. One night toward the end of May, Call couldn't sleep. Gus was sitting on a rock not far away, letting the sun dry him.
Call was still standing in the street, getting his breath. Only his presence relaxed her enough that she could sleep. He was almost too weak to walk and was worthless for several days, faint with grief over a woman who had done nothing but run away from him or abuse him almost from the day they married. That's natural.
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