Chapter 19
George kept his eyes closed as he listened to the dawn chorus. There was no point in trying to sleep, not now. And he had got used to the daze his over active mind had brought, the oblivion he sank into when the night birds hooted, hunting their prey.
The sheet that he lay on was damp and tangled, tossed about in the night, as if it were a fisherman’s net bobbing in a stormy sea. Throwing off the top sheet he lay there, n***d, stretching his legs and twiddling his toes.
The stupidity of the agreement he had made with Sarah to visit the boy in the kampong popped to his surface thoughts again. The idea of going with her was supposed to be part of a truce, his payment to her for his brutish performance. But her need for comfort had overridden her hurt after the day of his assaul
