Chapter 5
The next day it rained. It WAS one of those FALL rains, when you look out of the window, and become very depressed. You think of summer, long dead, and of approaching winter. It is the season of limbo, which seems to go essentially nowhere. Lee was depressed.
There was last night; the argument, tense bodies, refusal of flesh to touch in familiar intimacy. The glare of fluorescent lights overhead, the gray misty rain outside-he stood with his hands in his pockets, pipe thrust in his teeth, and looked out into the soup.
It was the only thing they argued about.
It was all so silly.
Why did she do it, he wondered. Was it because of insecurity underneath, insecurity that she did not realize was hers? Was it because of an alcoholic father who left it to a mother to see that she an
