“I expected as much. I want to know what Russell was talking about. When my brother drinks too much, he doesn't know what he's talking about. Are you going to look at me? She heard a deep inhalation and then a long sigh, and the quilt on his side rose up like a small boat on a wave. Finally he rolled over and sat up. Yes, he said, I am going to look at you. What happened? I had a drink with a woman in a bar. I was bored at the camp, and I had a drink with-- She put her hand on the front of his f...ace and covered his mouth--she felt the stubble on his cheeks--and started to squeeze her fingers and her thumb together. She wasn't sure what she was trying to do; she couldn't tell whether this was like a slap and she was trying to hurt him, or whether she was simply trying to stop him from speaking. From confessing. She felt his teeth through his face, through the thick slabs of flesh that were his cheeks, and she knew her eyes were growing wet, but he didn't stop her or make any effort to remove her hand.MoreLessRead More Read Less
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