Cotton and gulls in the half-light and the way she’d [Janice would] come on the other girl’s bed, never as good as their own. (1.134)
So that when it was over he was hurt to learn, from the creases of completion at the sides of her and the hard way she wouldn’t keep lying beside him but got up and sat on the edge of the metal-frame bed looking out the dark window at the green night sky of Texas, that she faked her half. (1.167)
"I had forgotten," she says.
"That I could have it too."
"What’s it like?"
"Oh. It’s like falling through."
"Where do you fall to?"
"Nowhere. I can’t talk about it." (3.120-126)