[MaC] An Almighty Row

[Margaret Dean]

> > > "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 Nicola
> > have come down the stairs too).
> >
> > "Bring her up here!"  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.

Marion laid a placating hand on her friend's arm.  "Vangie,
what's wrong with Sweetie?" she asked, sounding concerned.


--Margaret Dean
  <margdean at erols.com>