She stood facing him, then she said, “Yes… yes… yes.”
He reached out and pulled her roughly to him. “I’m crazy about you,” he said, his lips hard against her throat.
The telephone began to ring again. It rang for a long time, then it stopped. A fly buzzed busily from room to room, hitting the window with distinct little plops.
On the bed, Duffy lay, his eyes half shut, feeling the muscles of his body running into liquid. Olga went to sleep. Duffy watched her. Time meant nothing to him. He was quite content to look at her. Her body was strong and white Her flesh was firm. He thought she looked good.
He put out his hand gently and touched her hair. She stirred and opened her eyes. She smiled at him.
Duffy said, “You’ve got me. You’ve got me hard.”
“I want to go away with you,” she said, putting her hand on his arm. “I want to get away from all this. You won’t let me down, now?” She said “now” very urgently.
Duffy shook his head. “It’ll be all right, you see.”
The telephone began to ring insistently.
Olga sat up. A little shiver ran through her. She said, “No, don’t go. Leave it.”