He spit, then hunkered down a few yards from her. She sat on the sand, looking out to sea. Her robe protected her buttocks from the grit. Born . . . He spat again.
Animals are better than people.
Her voice came out shrilly. In her agitation she turned to him, faced his nakedness, felt her face redden, turned back to the sea. That's . . . He leaped to his feet, howled to the moon, hunkered down again. Her heart thrust in her breast.