Who is he, Sally ?" Sally lifted up her face and kissed the thin cheek.
"Let's get into bed," she whispered.
They undressed in silence.

Once, when Sally was not looking, Janet stole a glance at her soft round arms; then gazed contemplatively at her own.

They were thin, like the rest of her body--the elbows thick, out of proportion to the arm itself.

She bent it, and felt the sharp bone tentatively with her hand.

Sally looked up, and she converted the motion of feeling into that of scratching, as though the place had irritated.