When Betsy complained about her swollen feet, Brenda suggested they all move to the family room. Brenda took one of the overstuffed armchairs and picked up her bag of knitting and soon began to click away on what looked like a baby-sized sweater. She was using a pale yellow yarn.
Before Rory could sit in the other armchair, Betsy invited him to sit next to her on the sofa. Agreeing, but thinking it polite to leave a little distance between them, Rory perched at the far end. But to Rory’s surprise, Betsy kicked off her shoes, swung her legs up, and planted her feet in his lap.
“You any good at giving foot rubs?” she asked.
“Uh, I guess.” Tentatively he began to massage Betsy’s right foot. It did feel rather puffy, not that he was an expert on women’s feet.
“Harder…yes, that’s it,” Betsy
