[MaC] Separations: The Group in Vangie's flat

[Tara Kunkel]

> > As soon as they walked into the flat, they saw Cyril Beaman
> > and Braham Davis
> > standing somewhat nervously near the door of the lounge,
> > eying Sweetie, who
> > was watching them malevolently from the sofa, his striped
> > tail swaying
> > slowly with something of a cobra's menace.  Of Philip there
> > was no sign -
> > and then came a clatter from the bathroom that suggested
> > someone's presence
> > there.
>
>"What," Vangie demanded, "are you gentlemen doing =here?= ...well, tea
>for a few more, I always say, is no more trouble than for a few..." She
>disappeared into the kitchen.

>"Evening, ladies, sir," Cyril greeted them over his shoulder, his eyes
>only briefly leaving the cat.  "We were just waiting for Phillip to
>re-bandage his hand.  He tore the dressing on the rubble outside.  How
>are things upstairs?"

Braham simply nodded a salutation, his eyes never leave the cat. He did 
move slightly off to the side, to give the others room to enter. Briefly he 
wondered who would be the first to brave the feline. Certainly it would not 
be him. At this moment he would rather take his chances with the murderer.