“You bet.”
“And I love Ann.”
“So do I, the best of all.”
They undressed slowly.
“You honestly like it, Jan?” Phyllis inquired anxiously, after the lights were out, and they were both in their single white beds.
Janet’s hand found Phyllis’s.
“I do honestly,” she replied seriously. “There’s something about their spirit, the nice way they tease,” she added.
“And that sort of understood respect they give the Seniors,” Phyllis replied. “It’s all so nice and—and—oh, I can’t think of the word I want.”
“I can; it’s happy,” Janet told her.
They were quiet for a few minutes, and then Janet suddenly sat up in bed.