[MaC] An Almighty Row

[Mel Mason]

> "Well, thank God somebody had the sense to take care
> of that damn cat," Nicola said, taking the last drag
> off her cigarette. "At least one good thing's happened
> tonight," she added, mostly to herself as she stubbed out the
> butt in a nearby ashtray.

"The cat is fine, as far as I know," Philip replied testily. "We were having
a totally unrelated and rational conversation when she started ranting about
my killing the damned thing. I think she may finally be starting to go
senile, the poor woman."


(OOC - there seems to be some confusion about positioning.  Ree had Vangie 
down at the bottom of the stairs - and Philip has come out just behind her. 
Now Marion, Marjorie and Nicolka have come down the stairs too).

"Bring her up her!"  Oswald called.  "And Officer Powell too!"  Then he 
added reassuringly, "Don't worry, Mrs Evans!  My wife will go down and check 
on Sweetie for you!"

"I want heavy gloves them," said Lucinda - not loudly enough to be heard by 
the party now tramping up the stairs.  "And an escort.  Someone tough."

When the group reached the lounge of the Beamans' flat, Oswald indicated 
some free armschairs, positioned so that no-one was looking at Marty 
Fitzroy.

"Now," he said.  "What's all this about?"