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

[Pruehs, Ree M.]

> > > >"How are things down here?"
> > >
> > > Braham held his ground by the door, "Well I'm afraid the 
> Warden was 
> > > not much help. He sounded as if the whole matter was a nuisance
> > > that we should
> > > be able to resolve ourselves." He shrugged. "I asked that he
> > > notify the
> > > police since we are not allowed to leave the building. I
> > > suppose we'll just
> > > have to bide our time and hope word gets to them in a 
> timely manner.
> > >
> > > "Beyond that, things are calm enough. Officer Powell just needed 
> > > fresh dressing on his wound."
> >
> >Vangie came back into the room carrying a tray with a plate 
> of assorted 
> >biscuits, a sliced small cake and a stack of small plates just in
time to hear this last. 
> >"What wound?"
> 
> "The old one," Braham replied. Though not feeling a need to 
> go into much 
> detail he added, "He caught his hand on the doorjamb as we 
> re-entered the 
> building. It seems to have aggravated the healing process."
> 
> Feeling a bit safer with Evangeline in the room, he ventured 
> beyond the 
> doorway towards the sitting area. "Is there something I can 
> be of help 
> with?" he asked sincerely. 

"Have a biscuit," Vangie said cheerfully. "Or a piece of cake. Made it
myself this morning, sugarless =and= eggless. I've got the kettle on."

[ooc: Please forgive the unintended Americanism. That was me not
thinking rather than something intended as a Clue.]

She went across to the bathroom door and tapped firmly on it. "Philip!
Do you need anything?"