“Massah, don’t you think——?”
“What?”
“A priest—maybe?”
“Fool!”
“Yes, sah, I only wanted to make safe.”
He tried to laugh. He pressed his knees together. He had forgotten her.
Finally toward dawn he began to wander.
Rabb moistened the roll of red flesh inside her lip and set her teeth. She began to grin at nothing at all, stroking her hips.
He called to her.
“I want to tell you something.”