I was struggling to get into this and then I got to this paragraph and closed the book:

“Angie, the waitress he'd been shtupping lately, came back to the office around ten, but he just couldn't get in the mood tonight. "I'm under the weather, honey," he said.
"Gee, that's too bad." She was tough, but a good girl.
Although she was thirty-seven, she was so skinny and bony, it was like being in bed with a teen-ager. She had twin sons, around twelve years of age, both in the custody of their father, an Army man who'd married again and was now stationed in Germany with his family. Sometimes when she'd had too little to drink Angie would get maudlin about those two boys, so far away across the ocean. Faran could live without that kind of crap, but otherwise she was a very, very satisfactory girl, and all in all it was a small price to pay.”

I’m done thanks.