The depression came back.
... It took the Oholo four nights to locate him.
CHAPTER VII
The strain on his face—the heaviness of his eyes—the taut lines of his throat. His body was exhausted.
Like dripping water the pressure pounded at him.
The night before, she had found him at Long Beach.
He cast off the depression to find euphoria; and the two alternated steadily with increasing peaks.
His hands were nervous. Blunt thumbs constantly scrubbed blunt fingertips in despair or anticipation.
... The trucking had all been arranged for.