Legend of a Suicide - Pg 136

   He touched Roy's jacket then, and shook Roy's shoulder gently. Then he looked at the blood on his hand and back at the stump for a head that was all Roy had now and then from inside him he begain to howl.
   And howling did nothing but fill itself and he was like an actor in his own pain, not knowing who he was or what part now to play. He shook his hands oddly in the air and slapped them against his thighs. He pushed himself back farther away from Roy but this was phony, another act, and still he didn't know what to do. No one was watching. And though it couldn't be his son there, it kept being his son there.