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Show THE UPSTAIRS PEOPLE-52 felt. "Well?" she said. "Those aren't the shells I brought you." "So?" He paused, seemed to struggle, leaned heavily on his cane. "I suppose I wanted you to use mine." "But why?" "It doesn't matter. Where did you get these?" He touched one of the boxes, shivered a l i t t l e. "From friends. I found some of them. Does it matter?" "You?" "Well, yes." She was laughing uneasily, puzzled. "What difference does it make?" "I could have taken you to the beach. Why didn't you tell me you wanted to go?" "I never thought of it. It was their idea. They're nice to me." "Maybe so. " He left without taking any of the trays. The completed trays piled up, so that there was no longer room for them on the work table, or on the shelves behind i t . Schilly helped her stack them on the floor. John brought her more trays and boxes to f i l l . Michael slept on her bed, crosshatching the bright yellow bedspread with black hairs. One evening when they had finished the spinach salad picked straight from the garden (before it goes to seed) Schilly had said, "Would you like another bath?" John blushed and looked away. "You have lovely breasts," Schilly said as John |