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Show THE UPSTAIRS PEOPLE-55 "What do you know about summer people?" He stared at her for a few moments, then said, "Are you going to take my money?" "No." She spun so she was facing him. He shrugged, turned, and went out. Michael followed him, and Betty watched the cat from the open door, a blot of darkness against the brilliant green and yellow of the yard. Betty told them about the man's visit. "Don't worry about money," said Schilly. "The Agency will still send checks," Betty said. "But you are very good to me." John blushed. "Might want to think about moving in. Why not? You're nearly living here as it is." "We could build a ramp up to the back porch," said Schilly. "And we'd arrange the furniture better so it's not so cramped." "Of course, you'd keep your place for your work." "But what am I going to do with all those trays?" "Collect em, dear," said Schilly. "Maybe someday soon shells'11 be worth more than money. 3ath?" Schilly rubbed the baby oil in slowly. Betty thought she felt something, just for an instant. "You are nice here," said Schilly. Then John began, stroking her legs, making circles with his knuckles on the inside of her thighs. He leaned on his side so that his white bathrobe fell open at the waist. He asked her if she could feel what he was doing. She lied. |