[MaC] An Almighty Row

[Mel Mason]

> "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.


"I'm going to get Sweetie," said Lucinda.  "And someone else will come with 
me and help me ... "  Her eyes roved in search of a victim.  "We'll bring 
him up with us if you like.  But ... tell me, Mrs Evans.  What do you expect 
to be wrong with him?"