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Show 223 "Shy, no doubt." "That," muttered Phyllis, "is what they always say about bastards." "And plain," added Louise. "Lonely, I imagine. Intelligent. That's all you need. Entitled to more than she was given, she thought, and went out to get it. Spent the rest of her life trying." "And getting," said Hal. "The creaking wheel gets the grease." Phyllis bent over until her forehead touched his. "Wonder what he saw in her." "Who knows. Maybe Pop had money- Maybe he was a general, and Satterwhite a new-hatched John." "There's more to it. He saw something in her. She's a power - he likes that." "They're both powers. That's what they live for, power." "What a way to go," said Phyllis. Sid sighed. "There have to be such people. We're too easy. It takes the Satterwhites to kick us in the rear. And of course we hate 'em - if you took a poll you'd find everybody hating 'em, but still they move. Something likes 'em." "I'd like to have a word with that something." Hal shivered. "My God, what brought this on? You make my blood run cold. I don't know whether to pray or cry." A cloud passed over the sun, and in the change of light they grew silent. Hal lay back and put his arm across his eyes. "To hell with the Satterwhites. I'm a grasshopper in the sum-mar. When winter comes I'm gone, but till then -- " He grew |