He smoothed his hands along the threads of black hair on her arms. On her stomach and thighs he traced the skin of a larger body. He was reading her, as one book put it, and her body told the story of a former self, fuller, healthier. Now, there was a jaggedness of too little food.
"You think always of her," said Patawanyme, letting her thick thighs take her weight. Reminded of freckles, Barry stared at hazel patches of sweetness on her
skin.