[MaC] An Almighty Row

[Pruehs, Ree M.]

> > "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?"

"He could be dying," Vangie said. "Please..." A moment later she added,
"He's been playing with a white paper bag. It was on the floor. Please
get it away from him." She turned to meet Oswald's eyes squarely before
she added "...and keep it safe."