She lay in the lower bunk, very big under a quilt. Her head was turned to one side. (10)
His throat had been cut from ear to ear. The blood had flowed down into a pool where his body sagged the bunk. His head rested on his left arm. The open razor lay, edge up, in the blankets. (43)
"Why did he kill himself, Daddy?"
"I don't know, Nick. He couldn't stand things, I guess." (50-51)