[MaC] An Almighty Row

[Pruehs, Ree M.]

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> > "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 (Vangie having
protested all the way up the stairs: "No, you don't understand -- I have
to get to -- you don't --" A wail of anguish. "Sweetie!")
> Oswald indicated 
> some free armschairs, positioned so that no-one was looking at Marty 
> Fitzroy.
> 
> "Now," he said.  "What's all this about?"

Vangie looked mulish, her lips compressed tightly together, her gaze
flashing fire.