Mrs. Butler will be back tomorrow and you can't let her go after all these years."You hired me to keep house for you and I haven't done anything. I've...just been sitting around and letting you take care of me and Cindy. I do have my pride and I can't let you take care of us forever without being able to pay you back." Penny you worry too much. Look at all of the friends you have found since I picked you up on that cold and rainy night. You've got George and Emmy. Mrs. Butler called the other. Frankly, she hadn’t given much thought to what Betsy could do at that moment, but she could understand her friend’s concern.Sally had come to take for granted Betsy’s confidence in everything she did. The insecurities that were emerging presented another facet to her friend. In their short friendship, she had seen Betsy go through things that would have beaten down another person who was less strong. An attempted rape, a criminal vendetta, and a plane crash were pretty traumatic. Still, there. Those will be left to my friend Jack Overstreet. I leave Mindy and Anna Blom each one hundred thousand dollars. Anything not mentioned directly in this will or listed in any of the trusts will be given to Carol Blom.”Mr. Jaffey again asked if there were any questions.Mark again spoke up. “What’s in the basement? None of us kids ever lived in this house. He moved here after we’d all moved out.”Mr. Jaffey said, “I don’t know. I don’t think that Jack knows. Carol may know but she isn’t obligated. This time I noticed how the metal table groaned and squealed under the load my tortured muscles put on it. Also, this time my screams were just as loud and just as piercing and just as heartfelt, but there was a note of something else in them, too, something of exultation at feeling myself driven past pain, past agony and past human endurance. Perhaps other girls could take this amount of torture, but I would have been willing to bet anything you could name that not a one of them enjoyed it.