Not to put too fine a point on it, but Eden's pissed off. Babe won't even look at her, none of her clothes fit, she needs to shave and Nelson's being just as clingy as usual. She sits on the compound steps, feet stretched out on the sandy soil and Nelson curled up on one thigh. She's smoking her third cigarette in a row ( Read more... )

She's used to it. Either he stays with her or she stays with him but, more often than not, she falls asleep with one leg twined through Babe's, her face turned against his shoulder. It took some adjustment, after years on her own in a wide, bed, but she's got it now. She'd ever admit to liking it ( Read more... )