“Here. Eat some citrus fruit,” he said. “It’s good for what ails you.”
“Nothing ails me,” I said. “This is just the way I am.”
“Did you run away from the woman or did the woman run away from you?” he asked.
“Both,” I said. “Everything.”

—Larry McMurtry, All My Friends Are Going to Be Strangers, Liveright, 2018 (1972)