“He was perched at the top end of the bed like an ancient child, with frightened eyes and his crooked mouth hanging slack. Over his pajama top he wore a brown woolen garment that might be a woman’s cardigan—perhaps his wife had brought him one of hers. It added an extra note of pathos to the scene of general ruin.”
― The Drowned
― The Drowned
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