[MaC] An Almighty Row

[Pruehs, Ree M.]

> > 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."
> 
> "All right," said Lucinda obligingly.
> 
> She turned to leave (OOC - anyone going with her?).
> 
> "So what was in the paper bag?" Oswald asked Vangie.  "Why are you so 
> worried about it?"

"Rat poison," she said shortly. She glared at Philip. "And a rat got
it."