TRUE BLUE (when they met it was moidur)

I clasped Angela's hand feeling it's warmth and
safety. Christ I'd been a fool! Skinner might be a
sad, stupid freak, but he was a dangerous sad
stupid freak! I should learn, really I should.
"Where is my wife?" Said D quietly.
"She's just coming." Said Angela, for a second I felt
terror, I mean Sister-thing is tiny, maybe she was
already in peril?
I shouldn't have worried, she bounced out of the
club, curls flipping and jaw like granite.
God I loved her(sometimes).
"Ok?" I said.
"Yeah 'course, me and Grady go way back, back
to school at any rate. Little ponce he was then,
hasn't improved much has he?"
"What did you do?" Said Angela.
"It was not so much as what I did as what I said!"
She began to snigger.
"What did you say?" I asked.
Raine snorted:" I'm not telling you , you would use
it! And it's far too precious for that!" She sniggered
again.
"Tell us!" Implored Angela.
"Kiss my tootie! Oh you probably would-forget that then!"
So what ever she said, whatever she had over Grady
would stay hidden for now.
I couldn't worry anymore, she was safe and now I had
to concentrate on Patrick.
And later revenge.
Should I tell Alan d'ya think?
Maybe not-he's lovely but hardly the toughest cookie
in the bakery.
More crisp then crunch.
Sorry I'm rambling again.
I thought of Mickey Straw, I'm sure he would have
taken Skinner to a dark alley somewhere and given him
concrete boots or something.
Or maybe just a slap.
We reached Westminster hospital and went straight
to the cardiac unit.
Well he was out of intensive care and in his own room.
But he was unconscious and tubes seemed to be coming
out of everywhere.
"Can't be doing with that." Said a pale Sister-thing, her
and D went off to get coffee.
I sat holding Patrick's soft hand (never work these
Tory bastards) and just hoped he would be ok.
Angela looked into his face.
"Handsome, for an old guy."
Old?
I looked at him, yes he seemed older now without
his blue eyes showing his sardonic wit.
"Love you!" I said and kissed his mostly grey hair,
where had all the black gone recently?
"Just what do you think you are doing young woman?"
Said the imperious tone.
Looking I stared into the impossibly pale and angry face
of his wife Catherine.
That was not the worst.
She was being escorted by my nemesis, Justine.
"Morgues that way!" I said to her obligingly.
Angela just cringed.


Becka (lovely) M