He merely drifted about the city to no purpose, without turning his hands to anything. And he supposed that up in the mountains they were wondering why he was so long. Why did he stay? He didn’t know himself. The fat woman thought at first that it was because of her, but she soon realized it wasn’t. She felt rather piqued, but heavens above, men are always ungrateful when they get what they want all the time, and she did have him sleeping with her and she liked that. It was lovely to have a real man for a while and one it was nice to fondle. And there was one thing about Barabbas, even if he didn’t care for you, he didn’t care for anyone else either; you could always be sure of that. He didn’t care for anybody. He never had. And, besides, up to a point she was rather glad he didn’t care for her. At any rate, while he was making love to her. Afterwards she sometimes felt a bit miserable and had a little cry all to herself. But actually she didn’t mind that either. Even that could feel nice.
