Fishlow

The next day, Fishlow sought out the young woman, went out of his way to serve her.

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Wilnice did not know what to do with Fishlow during his crying jags.

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Fishlow envied him and thought, I have always been too impulsive -- it will shorten my life.

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Fishlow was so sorrowful that his story had the precision of regret, of guilt and blame, every incriminating detail noted: the back of her head and her neck as she turned away, the manner in which he had snatched the Bible and thrown it down, his mounting her from behind, her body full of chicken bones, the way she had pretended to resist.

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"Love," Leon said at last, after Fishlow had gone.

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It was a feature of their lovemaking that Fishlow never saw her face, that somehow she always contrived to hide it; and they were always upright, so the Gideons Bible was another feature.

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Sneaking her name from the hotel register, Fishlow wrote to her.

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Attempting a bow, Japanese fashion, Fishlow bent himself crookedly, lifting his arms for balance.

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Holding the Gideons Bible, Fishlow came bobbing and swaying behind her, hiked up her happi coat, moved her feet wider apart, and as she canted forward to receive him, Fishlow chucked the Bible to the floor, placed his foot on it to brace his short leg, and thus braced, he entered, lifting her.

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Wilnice asked, and looked so wounded Fishlow said nothing more.

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