looked at the old woman. She watched him as if he were a thing in a jar. What? he said. She did not say, nor was there any news at all in those faded eyes. What do I do? You dont do nothin. You will be told. Will you tell me? No. A wave of nausea swept through him. He was going to comment on it but it was gone. And then came another. A shuddering sickness that brought his stomach up tight against his diaphragm. I dont feel good, he said.
A man in desperate straits ... a last recourse?
