Meanwhile, Cutty sat on the edge of his bed staring blankly at the
rug, trying to find a pick-up to the emotions that beset him. One thing
issued clearly: He had wanted to kiss the child. He still wanted to kiss
her. Why hadn't he? Unanswerable. It was still unanswerable even when
the pallor of dawn began slowly to absorb the artificial light of his
bed lamp.