Pity poor put-upon prostitute Andrea, seeking solace, security, social standing, and swank digs. Solution? Marrying a "regular": rich, respectable Bob Sand. But respectable Bob has his...intricacies. Much to the chagrin of Andrea (erstwhile many-aliased bit player and call girl), Bob (wheelchair-bound masochist, thirty years her senior) merely figured out that sometimes it's cheaper to buy than rent. Instead of genteel teas and country club dinners, Bob prefers to spank Andrea silly, and continue their former professional relationship. Enough to drive a girl nuts.
But not all crazy people are interesting, or we never know if they are because so little background is presented. With writing as stiff as Bob's corpse by the time the Indio police arrive, the real "tragedy" here is that author Saroyan did not inherit the talent gene.