Quentin's Fear of Lorraine

Quentin knew at once that he wouldn't say anything to Lorraine about the letter not ever. He might as well be moving in with a stranger sleeping beside a stranger in her bed. Her physical presence and her demeanour plump neat, pliant figure and worn pink complexion quickly amused Quentin. She was sore sof his safety, ground of his strength, essential counterbalance to his mother.