[MaC] Speculation in the Lounge

[Jonathan Katalenic]

As Richard waved the salts under her nose, Esme gave a
moan and opened her eyes.

"What ... what's happened?" she asked feebly.  "Oh...
my handbag!  Give me my handbag!"

She shot an apprehensive look at her husband, who was
still waiting for Marjorie to pour him a drink.

"You passed out," explained Richard. "We thought you
might have some salts, that it might be a... condition
with you." He eased her up. "You went a little
senseless right before you went limp, actually.
Talking nonsense."

"What ... wha ... " Esme quavered.

Then she moved towards the settee and the contents of
her bag.

Nicola, who was busy scooping the various and sundry
items back into the bag, began apologizing: "I'm
terribly sorry, Mrs. Fitzroy, it was my idea. I know
it's the height of rudeness to go through someone's
bag."

Her husband took a step towards her.  "Leave that!" he
ordered.

Nicola turned to look at Marty Fitzroy with a look of
utter disdain and contempt. She fastened Esme's
handbag and held it out to the woman. "Pay no
attention to that wretched man, Mrs. Fitzroy. Here you
are, darling, and again, I'm so very sorry."


		
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