[MaC] An Almighty Row

[Allen Veazey]

On Fri, 07 Jan 2005 10:15:00 -0500, Margaret Dean <margdean at erols.com> wrote:
> 
> > > > "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.

"I suspect he's been poisoned," Warren said.