I stepped aslightly as I could to Mom's room and peered in. She was on her side withher back to me. Larry was flat on his back droning. It was hard to...see inthe near-dark but I scanned the tops of the dressers and end-tables foranything ressembling a key. No luck.Shuffling quietly and quickly, I moved to the nearest dresser. It wasimmediately beside their bedroom door. The dresser was narrow and aboutfive feet high. I ran my fingers gingerly over the surface for a fewminutes but fell on. "Quit staring and get up," she said, breaking into a grin back at me. "I can see you're awake, now." This is very good coffee," I observed, changing the subject. "Thanks for bringing it." I took another sip."C'mon, Jason," she said. "I told mom I'd have you up before she got out."Then she paused and turned more toward me, so that I had my first good, stationary, look at the modest tuft of dark fuzz at her groin. Her legs were together, though, so nothing much showed, really.The young teenager. But Silvia didn't respond to that, and continued on with a brief inspection tour of the cabin."You've kept it in excellent shape." She told me after we'd walked around everyplace except the upstairs rooms. Now wasn't the time to bring up the sale, or even mention the papers I'd brought along with me. "All in due time." I said to myself, once again slipping into some twisted Sherlock Holmes character that I suddenly found myself thinking about."Damn Frank!" What?" Silvia said."Oh...nothing. Just. I found myself both liking and admiring him.Comparing notes a little later, Brenda had found out the same thing in her chat across the balconies, with a little more detail. I admire her talent for coaxing things out of people’s skeleton closets. She has a true talent for getting people to open up and it seemed she had succeeded again with Dianne.“I did have to say one thing without checking with you, though,” she told me. “It seems she has a little issue with body image. She’d noticed Bill.