[MaC] An Almighty Row (correction)

[Heather Mace]

> 
> "So dear, harmless Evangeline has you believing her now too, eh? Fine."
> Philip reached into his left jacket pocket and withdrew two small pill
> bottles, which he slammed down onto the table. One bore only the familiar
> skull-and-crossbones symbol signifying poison; the other was labeled as a
> moderately potent prescription pain medicine. "My medicine, and
> hers...though I suspect hers always wound up in someone else, rather than
> herself.
> 
> "But given my Great-Aunt's no-doubt-genuine concern for my health, perhaps I
> should wash my hands before I, or anyone else, go touching an open wound?
> Feel free to come with me if you like, Mr. Skeffington-Nottle, or anyone
> else who's so inclined. Let's make it a regular Christmas party at the sink,
> eh?" Whirling, he began stalking towards the kitchen, apparently not caring
> if anyone followed.

Marjorie started to follow, then stopped.  "I'm not
goin' in there with him alone," she announced, looking
around the room.