she turns virago and calls him ugly names
It was a soft, somnolent drugging sound, hypnotic
The sun was a baleful orange colour over the yellow dusty expanse.
'And I thought-Anna I wish I could explain it. It was really a revelation. I thought: I've been married to him for years and years, and all that time I've been-wrapped up in him. Well women are, aren't they? I've thought of nothing else. I've cried myself to sleep night after night for years. And I…
'I might just as well not be married at all. Marion's got her own room now. And she's never at home. Why should I be cheated out of a normal life?'
