Modern World - Part Three
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#1: Modern World - Part Three Author: LesleyLocation: Allhallows, Kent PostPosted: Thu Oct 20, 2005 10:46 pm


Archived for length 22.10.05

Part One
Part Two

Gem


After classes ended that afternoon at 4.30pm, both the Head and Miss Wilson decided to keep a promise to Cherry that they would visit. Miss Annersley spoke to Ruth Derwent about covering, telling her that she was not to answer the telephone to anyone other than known callers, in a way to help prevent even more reporters getting access.

“And if any do sneak through,” Miss Annersley finished, “and there will be some, they are very persistent, just say ‘no comment’ and put the phone down. I know it is the height of bad manners but it’s the only thing these media people seem to understand!”

“No problem Hilda,” the Senior Mistress smiled, “how are you getting to the Hospital? It won’t be safe for you to go in your normal car.”

Hilda Annersley frowned, “Why not?”

“Haven’t you seen the crowds outside?” Ruth looked at both the other women, they had almost identically puzzled expressions, “obviously not, well there are upwards of fifty media people out there, all trying desperately to force their way past the Gatehouse, I saw them at lunchtime when I was there.”

After a quick conference Miss Annersley rang John Coates and, minutes later, one of the School Jeeps appeared. The Head recognised the driver, “Kevin? Are you taking us to the hospital?”

Kevin Cutter smiled, “Yes Miss Annersley, it’s quite rough out there, all cars are being mobbed, you’ll be better off in the jeep.”

“Thank you Kevin, this is Miss Wilson, she’s Deputy Head,”

“Miss Wilson, hello, I’ve heard a few tales about you ma’am!”

Nell Wilson waited until she had joined her friend in the back of the jeep before replying, “Nothing too bad I hope Kevin?” she said smiling.

“No,” Kevin considered, “Just that it wouldn’t do to cross you, you’ve got a mean right hook.”

At the words Miss Annersley abruptly clamped her lips shut and turned away, her shoulders shaking. Miss Wilson glared at her friend’s back, “You’re not laughing there are you Hilda?”

“As if!” The Head’s command of beautiful English appeared to have escaped her.

The journey to the hospital started strangely, Kevin recommended that the two keep their windows closed as they left the RCS grounds; it was good advice, as the jeep moved onto the highway it was suddenly surrounded by media people. Men and women, holding cameras and microphones, others, slightly further back, training TV cameras onto the jeep, all desperate for a picture, a quote, anything. The two women watched in silence as the young security guard manoeuvred the jeep past them all with some skill. Only once the vehicle was speeding toward the hospital did either of them speak.

“Didn’t realise just how popular you were, Hilda,” Nell said with a grin.

“It’s my electric personality, Nell,” was the dry reply.

Later saw both of them walking swiftly along the corridors toward the Children’s Ward; Robbie had been moved there that morning and Cherry had stayed with him. In a phone call to the RCS she had reported that he was much better, so much so that he was getting very bored with staying on the ward. On reaching the ward the two spoke to a nurse and were directed to a four-bedded ward. As they reached they could see that there was only one bed being used, Robbie was sat on the bed, he had his own pyjamas on now and no longer had a drip in his arm. Next to him sat Cherry, she held a glass of juice in one hand. As they neared the bed they could hear voices,

“I know you want to go home, Robbie, but not yet, wait until the weekend.”

“But want to go home now, Mummy, it’s nasty here.”

“It’s not nasty, Robbie, it’s very nice, the nurses and doctors are looking after you.”

“But I better now, Mummy, promise.”

“What’s all this, then?” Nell’s voice suddenly caused both of them to turn, “Robbie Elliott are you being a good boy?”

“Grandmas!” In a flash Robbie was off the bed and running over toward the two women, Nell scooped him up, “Robbie, you’re not wearing anything on your feet! And you’re supposed to be in bed.”

“But I’m better now, Grandma Nell, I can go home now.”

Hilda moved across to Cherry, holding out her arms, the girl gratefully moved into them, “Is he ready to go home yet?”

Cherry hugged the woman she looked upon as a mother, resting her head on Hilda’s shoulder, “No, not yet, but he keeps asking, hoping I’ll have changed my mind!” She looked across at her son, “Robbie, what have you got to say to your Grandmas?”

Robbie’s face took on a sad expression, “I got to say sorry Grandma Nell, Grandma Hilda,”

Hilda smiled slightly, “Why are you sorry, darling?”

Robbie looked over at his mother, she smiled encouragement, “For eating the sweets, inna playground. Mummy said they were bad.”

Nell cuddled the little boy to her, “Yes little one, they were bad, you must never eat something you find on the floor, just as you never eat something given to you by a stranger.”

Hilda moved across, kissed Robbie’s cheek, “Alright Robbie, thank you for saying sorry.”

Robbie cheered up again, after a while, sat on his bed, he looked up, “Grandma Nell? What is stranger?”

Nell looked across at the other two quickly before replying, “A stranger is someone that you don’t know, that your Mummy has not said is a friend.”

Robbie thought about that for a few seconds, then, “Mummy, is Grandma Hilda and Grandma Nell friends?”

Cherry laughed, “Yes Robbie, definitely yes, the best friends we could have.”

Robbie smiled, “Good.”


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#2:  Author: LizBLocation: Oxon, England PostPosted: Thu Oct 20, 2005 11:21 pm


Thanks Lesley

Glad to see Robbie is back to his usual self Laughing

Liz

 


#3:  Author: Cath V-PLocation: Newcastle NSW PostPosted: Fri Oct 21, 2005 12:09 am


Marvellous, marvellous, marvellous!

Like Mary, I feel that this betrayal really was the event that shaped Butcher.

And just love the relationship between Robbie and his grandmas. Stand strong Hilda, this will not last - and Kevin clearly knows how to make friends and influence people!

 


#4:  Author: LesleyLocation: Allhallows, Kent PostPosted: Fri Oct 21, 2005 7:14 am


“Ah, I see.” At the revelation from Butcher all became clear, Miss Shaw nodded to herself slowly. Butcher watched.

“Now you understand?”

“Yes,” Shaw said simply, “I imagine that you’ve spent a long time considering what you would do, if she ever fell into your hands?”

“Nearly ten years, Shaw,” Butcher said quickly, “can you blame me? She’s the reason I’m in here. Because of her actions I’ll spend the rest of my life in prison.”

“I read transcripts of your original trial, Butcher, you pleaded ‘Not Guilty’, your lawyer said a second person was involved.”

“That’s right, but the fingerprints on the gun were mine. Forensics explained the lack of gunpowder residue on my clothes by showing the large cushion Mason had used to muffle the sound, said all the residue was on there instead.”

“You didn’t mention Mason’s name though…” Shaw began.

Butcher looked across sharply, “No, and I’m never going to. This is private, no need to involve cops or screws.”

“But if you did they may want to re-open the case, look at the evidence again?”

Butcher shook her head, “Not going to happen.” There was silence for a time, then Butcher shook herself, “So now you know, Shaw, thanks for listening, you’re the first person I’ve told since my lawyer, almost ten years ago,” she paused again, thinking, “In fact it’ll be ten years next month.. There’s nothing you can do though, nothing that’ll make me feel killing Mason isn’t worth it. So you can hand me over to the Cat A facilities with a clear conscience. And don’t worry, I’ll find a way to get Mason anyway. She’s inside for eight years, that’s time enough.”

The conversation clearly at an end as far as Butcher was concerned, the inmate stretched out on her back on the bunk, staring at the ceiling. Miss Shaw sat in silence for a time, deep in thought, eventually she spoke,

“Tell me Butcher, when you were convicted for that murder, what was your sentence?”

Butcher looked across curiously, “You know my record,” she said, shrugging, “A life sentence, but that really means ten years, normal sort of term.”

“And were you expected to serve all ten years?”

“Nah, not always, depends on how much remission you can swing, and on whether you can sweet talk a Parole Board. Minimum sentence would have been about six or seven years I suppose. You know the answers Shaw, why ask the questions?”

“Just trying to clarify something, Butcher,” Shaw said, thinking hard, “So how long after the first conviction, Butcher, until you did kill?”

Butcher stared into the eyes of the woman seated in front of her, “Two years,” she said eventually, “Woman came at me with a knife, was termed as murder, though with some mitigation so just got another five years for that, to run consecutively. You know this, Shaw, it‘s all in my record, will be in your files.”

“What of the other two murder convictions?” Shaw pressed on relentlessly.

“What is this, you want my entire record?” Butcher was annoyed now, “They were close together, June 1999 and January 2000, first one I got a life sentence with a recommendation I serve at least twenty-five years, second one life sentence again, no parole. The second was a screw, and it should have been manslaughter really - he’d already broken my arm with one of those coshes you carry. He didn’t like it though, when I took it off him and used it. But I’d killed a screw so no way the prison service was going to allow me to get away with manslaughter. Some of the other screws lied at the trial, said the attack was unprovoked. Prosecutor couldn’t explain how I’d broken my arm but intimated that it was done deliberately by me after the fact. To try and get off a murder rap. Jury believed the lies.”

Shaw nodded, she’d read the transcripts of the trial herself, had read between the lines, seen that, on the occasion of the fourth trial Butcher might have had a point.

“Didn’t make much difference though,” Butcher continued, “even if I’d been convicted of manslaughter my record would have been enough that the sentence would’ve been the same. Why all the questions, Shaw? You know all this.”

“I know all this, yes,” the Senior Officer agreed, “but I was just trying to get you to go through it.”

There was silence for a time, Butcher looked puzzled, didn’t say anything, Shaw tried to explain, “From what you tell me you were caught in September 1995? That Hibbert had managed to trip an alarm, the police were there very quickly? But even if Mason hadn’t killed Hibbert, you would still have been convicted of armed robbery. Your sentence may not have been ten years, but it would have been at least six. Even if you had got away that morning, the Police would have caught up with you, eventually.”

“So? What’s your point?”

“My point is, Butcher,” Shaw spoke quietly, “That Mason may have been responsible for your original conviction, but she wasn’t and isn’t responsible for why you’ve got a life sentence without parole. Is she? Since your original conviction you’ve killed three times, had you, instead, kept your head down, served your time, you’d have been released on parole years ago. Blame Mason for the original murder conviction Butcher, by all means, but she’s not to blame for the subsequent convictions. She’s not to blame for your reputation now. You’re the only one to blame for that.”

Shaw rose from her chair, gathered up the two coffee cups, “I’ll leave you to think about it, Butcher,” she said quietly, “I’ll not betray your confidence, you have my word. But you think about what I’ve said. And think about whether you really do want what’s best for the rest of the women in here. Or if destroying your own life is worth it, when Mason had only a very small part in the situation you now find yourself. If you want to speak to me knock on the door.”

She moved across to the cell door and knocked; the prison officer opened it and Miss Shaw stepped outside. The door was slammed shut and locked, leaving Butcher to her thoughts.

Am going away visiting today - won't be back until tomorrow afternoon.

 


#5:  Author: LizBLocation: Oxon, England PostPosted: Fri Oct 21, 2005 7:30 am


Thanks Lesley - have a good visit.

Hope Butcher does a lot of serious thinking while you're away.

Liz

 


#6:  Author: NellLocation: London, England PostPosted: Fri Oct 21, 2005 9:07 am


She's good, she's very very good. Will be intersting to see where Butcher's thoughts take her.

Also good to see Robbie back to his cheeky self.

Thank you Lesley - enjoy your visiting!

 


#7:  Author: RobinLocation: London PostPosted: Fri Oct 21, 2005 9:32 am


hope Butcher sees the sense in that.

Thanks Lesley.

 


#8:  Author: JennieLocation: Cambridgeshire PostPosted: Fri Oct 21, 2005 10:45 am


Wow, what a roller-coaster ride.

 


#9:  Author: MaryRLocation: Sale Cheshire PostPosted: Fri Oct 21, 2005 10:55 am


Just caught up on 2 episodes there, Lesley, and loved Nell's *mean right hook* and Hilda's *electric personality* Laughing Laughing

That first murder really DID shape Butcher's personality, didn't it? Geri has it all completely correct - and is not afraid to confront her with it. I do hope she manages to get through to Butcher and halt the slide into further dreadful deeds. Crying or Very sad

Thanks, Lesley

 


#10:  Author: VikkiLocation: Sitting on an iceberg, freezing to death!!! PostPosted: Fri Oct 21, 2005 11:44 am


Thank you Lesley, and have a great visit!

 


#11:  Author: Carolyn PLocation: Lancaster, England PostPosted: Fri Oct 21, 2005 7:06 pm


Just read two updates and this is wonderful. I love Geri, she knows what makes people tick doesn't she.

 


#12:  Author: KatLocation: Swansea PostPosted: Fri Oct 21, 2005 10:26 pm


Miss Shaw has made a damn good point, but will Butcher realise the truth in it? Hmm...

Thanks Lesley!

Hope you have fun visiting Smile



Edited because Liz was making fun of my spelling tongue Laughing

 


#13:  Author: Cath V-PLocation: Newcastle NSW PostPosted: Sat Oct 22, 2005 11:32 am


Most thought-provoking Lesley. Butcher has fixed on Mason as the major reason for why she is where she is (and certainly she was, I think the pivot) but there were subsequent wrong choices the Butcher made that she needs to consider.

Thank you Lesley - hope you enjoy your visit.

 


#14:  Author: JosieLocation: London PostPosted: Sat Oct 22, 2005 4:45 pm


Another one hoping Butcher has a jolly good think about that!

Glad Robbie's on the mend.

Thanks Lesley.

 


#15:  Author: Kathy_SLocation: midwestern US PostPosted: Sat Oct 22, 2005 6:39 pm


*thinks Miss Shaw makes some good points*
Anyhow, I'd hate to lose Butcher!

 


#16:  Author: LesleyLocation: Allhallows, Kent PostPosted: Sat Oct 22, 2005 8:04 pm


Out in the corridor Miss Shaw walked back to the office with the other prison officer, she said nothing until they had both sat down then, looking across at the TV monitors, she spoke, “Switch on the CCTV monitoring to Butcher’s cell.”

The other officer did so and they both watched in silence for a time. Butcher was sat on the edge of her bunk staring into space, unmoving. Eventually the other woman spoke,

“What are you watching for?”

Geri Shaw shrugged, “I don’t know really, some evidence that she could be thinking about what I said. She doesn’t have a lot of time left. The Governor will be signing the papers for her transfer tomorrow.”

“But that’s a good thing, isn’t it? I mean it’ll mean we’ve got rid of a trouble-maker, won’t it?”

The Senior Officer sighed, “It will mean we have failed, Amanda, we have failed in our duty to rehabilitate the inmates.”

“Perhaps some of them can’t be rehabilitated, perhaps some of them will always just be convicts.”

Miss Shaw remained silent for some time, when she did, finally, reply it was very quietly, “We can’t allow ourselves to believe that,” she said, “If we do, if we stop treating them as human beings, see them just as an amorphous mass, then we might as well just lock them up and throw away the keys.”

“But there are some, and Butcher is one of them, who are too dangerous to ever release into society, what’s the point of any rehabilitation for her?”

There was silence for a time, then, “For herself,” she said quietly.



Inside the cell Butcher had listened to the Senior Officer’s final points in silence, even after she had left and the door slammed behind her, Butcher had remained silent. Slowly she had sat up, swung her legs down to the floor, thinking furiously,

‘It couldn’t be true, could it?’ she thought, ‘Shaw’s wrong, talking rubbish, what the Hell does she know? I had no choice, once I was convicted the rest all fell into place, domino effect.’

“Since your original conviction you’ve killed three times, had you, instead, kept your head down, served your time, you’d have been released on parole years ago.”

‘That was a load of crap to begin with, keep her head down? How could she have done that?’ Butcher’s mind flew back to her earliest years in prison, nearly ten years ago. Another nick, ‘cross State, she’d entered the main prison after the normal 24 hours in Isolation, one of the cons had met her,

“Hi Butcher, heard good things about you, you interested in joining us? We run this place.”

It had only taken her six months to take over, challenge the woman at the top. Eighteen months later she was challenged by another woman, she remembered her suddenly pulling a knife,

“Walk away, Butcher, I’m taking over. You try anything I’ll cut your throat.” Butcher had killed her without even blinking. Another two years, another prison, this one, a different firm meeting her almost as soon as she’d arrived,

“You may have been boss there, but not here, you try anything you‘ll regret it!”

The woman that said that had hidden behind her three lieutenants, expected them to finish her off. Butcher had fought fiercely and with one aim, to reach the one that gave the order. She had, broke her neck, didn’t even break sweat. Six months on, the feud between Butcher and a bent screw had come to a head. The previous boss had paid bribe money, Butcher refused to do so, the screw had started hurting the women, her women. Butcher had enough evidence to take to the Governor, instead she’d confronted the screw. He’d been so sure of himself,

“Give it up Butcher, or I’ll beat you senseless,” The sound of her right arm being broken, she’d never felt such pain, but it just galvanised her, the screw had never realised that it didn’t matter if a martial arts expert was a woman, didn’t matter if one arm was useless. She’d beaten him senseless. One of her lieutenants had stopped her,

“We’ve got him now, Butcher, the evidence will get him the sack, he’ll end up in prison himself,”

“Why bother?”
she’d said, and kicked once more, his right temple, a death blow.

 


#17:  Author: Carolyn PLocation: Lancaster, England PostPosted: Sat Oct 22, 2005 8:16 pm


Well she is thinking, but what can be done?

 


#18:  Author: PatLocation: Doncaster PostPosted: Sat Oct 22, 2005 8:36 pm


A hard thing to face up to, but Butcher is strong enough.

 


#19:  Author: LizBLocation: Oxon, England PostPosted: Sat Oct 22, 2005 10:31 pm


Is this the first time Butcher is considering she might be really resposible for her actions in those cases?

Thanks Lesley

Liz

 


#20:  Author: LesleyLocation: Allhallows, Kent PostPosted: Sun Oct 23, 2005 10:29 am


Butcher rose, began pacing the floor; the small Isolation cell was not designed for someone to pace; one, two, three, turn! One two, three, turn! Never enough room, never enough space. Butcher could feel herself getting angrier, ‘what was the sense in that? Placing someone in a Solitary cell and then telling them to think? Everyone knew there wasn’t enough room to do anything in one of these cells, the amount of times she’d been in one she knew that. Hell, she could practically have one reserved for her own use, the amount she was in it!’

One, two three, turn! One, two, three, turn! She’d worked it out once, she spent about a quarter of her time inside in one of these cells, two and a half years. But all the times had been worth it. Hadn’t they? Butcher thought hard, the times seemed to blend one into another. She was in charge, the leader of all the other women, she couldn’t allow anyone to challenge her, couldn’t allow any indication of weakness. If the women sought to challenge her rule she had to stamp it out, hard. If the screws sought to interfere, well they were only human too. She was only protecting herself, protecting her interests. She was going to spend the rest of her life in prison? Well it would be on her terms then, no one would tell her what to do.

Butcher stopped pacing, stared into space, thinking deeply. Ten years inside, never going to be released, all because of that bitch Mason, well she’d get even. Mason wouldn’t leave prison either. So what if it meant she’d be Cat A? She was used to Solitary, used to being locked up, it wouldn’t take much to get used to being in her cell for 23 hours a day. It’d be worth it, to get her, kill her. Mason was the reason she was in here after all, wasn’t she?

To the two officers watching on the CCTV monitor the inmate’s behaviour had been strange; from lying and then sitting on her bunk, they had watched while Butcher had started pacing vigorously, as though trying to walk off an immense anger. Then she stopped and was motionless for some time,

“What’s she doing?”

Geri Shaw turned, “She’s thinking,” she said, “for the first time I really believe she’s thinking.”

“Thinking? Her?” Officer Blanchford’s tone was slightly derisory.

Shaw nodded, “Don’t ever make the mistake of thinking she’s unintelligent, Amanda, she’s probably cleverer than either of us. For the first time, though, she’s really thinking about her life. I just hope she is honest with herself.”

They watched in silence for a while more, watched as Butcher suddenly exploded into action, she spun round and kicked out at the toilet bowl. The kicks were delivered with the base of the foot, Butcher was wearing trainers. She kicked again and again at the structure, using all her force, something had to give. The toilet bowl suddenly caved in, collapsed. Butcher continued kicking, oblivious to the flood water from the wrecked structure.

“Got to stop that,” Blanchford rose.

Geri Shaw held up a hand, stopped her, “Wait!”

After completely wrecking the toilet Butcher took a deep breath, straightened, walked across to the door and knocked. A short time later the door was unlocked, Geri Shaw walked in, she looked across at the inmate.

Butcher was standing beside the bed, she spoke quietly, “”You’re right,” she paused, then, “Mason’s not the reason I’m in here for life. I am.”

“Yes Butcher.”

“All the time I’ve been inside, I’ve had choices, made decisions. Right at the start I could have chosen to just be one of the mice, kept my head down. Even when that woman came at me with a knife, she gave me a choice. I could have walked away. Everything I’ve done has been my choice, no-one else’s. And I’ve chosen the violent, the confrontational way, all the time.”

“Not all the time, Butcher, you have made other decisions,”

Butcher thought for a moment and then nodded, “Yeah, last year, Thomas, my choice then was to listen to Annersley, Hell I’d listened to her earlier in the week too.”

“And more recently, Butcher, you chose to come back into the siege, you chose not to kill me.”

Butcher looked across, “Yeah, I did, didn’t I?”

“And now?”

Butcher took a deep breath, “OK Shaw, I choose not to attack Mason, much as I’d like to get revenge, she’s not worth it.”

There was silence for some minutes after that statement, both women realising the sense of occasion, eventually Miss Shaw stirred, “How will you pass on your decision to the rest of the women, Butcher?”

Butcher suddenly smiled, “Now you don’t really think I’m going to tell you that, do you?”

The Senior Officer also smiled, “Ah well, worth a try!” she said. Another silence, during which she looked pointedly at the broken toilet, the flood of water covering most of the cell floor, Butcher followed her gaze,

“Can’t say I was too pleased with you, Shaw, forcing me to come to that conclusion, to face the fact I was responsible for my situation. Thought it better that I take it out on a piece of furniture, rather than you.”

“Very pleased to hear it,” Miss Shaw said with some amusement, she looked Butcher in the eyes, “You do realise that I’ll have to add another couple of days to your time in Solitary?”

Butcher shrugged, “I figured.” She paused then looked across at the Senior Officer once more, “Once I’m out of Solitary, I’ll not be a mouse, you know? I’ll still be in charge of the rest of them.”

“I wouldn’t have expected anything else, Butcher. Now gather up your belongings and bedding before it all gets soaked, you can move into the cell next door. I’ll have to contact Maintenance.”

Butcher nodded, “OK Shaw,” she said, then stopped, “I mean Miss Shaw.”

Geri Shaw smiled, “From you Butcher, on occasion, I’ll accept Shaw.”

 


#21:  Author: PatLocation: Doncaster PostPosted: Sun Oct 23, 2005 10:48 am


Great! Good for Butcher. Now I wonder where this is going to link into the problems at the school.

 


#22:  Author: JennieLocation: Cambridgeshire PostPosted: Sun Oct 23, 2005 12:04 pm


Thank you, Lesley. I'm glad that Butcher is going to take control of her own life and actions. You've got her through the painful first steps, so it will be good to see the next few.

 


#23:  Author: LizBLocation: Oxon, England PostPosted: Sun Oct 23, 2005 2:04 pm


Oh well done Butcher.

Thanks Lesley Very Happy

Liz

 


#24:  Author: francesnLocation: away with the faeries PostPosted: Sun Oct 23, 2005 3:12 pm


Good for Butcher. Very interesting to find out more about her - thanks Lesley.

 


#25:  Author: VikkiLocation: Sitting on an iceberg, freezing to death!!! PostPosted: Sun Oct 23, 2005 4:31 pm


Well done Butcher!!!

Thanks Lesley!

 


#26:  Author: MaryRLocation: Sale Cheshire PostPosted: Sun Oct 23, 2005 7:36 pm


How honest of her, how brave to face up to the fact that it WAS her own doing and no one else's. Not many of us courageous enough to do that.

You've created two wonderful, utterly believable characters here, Lesley.

Thank you.

 


#27:  Author: LesleyLocation: Allhallows, Kent PostPosted: Sun Oct 23, 2005 7:55 pm


After visiting Robbie, Miss Annersley had made enquiries about Gemma Carson’s whereabouts. She was told that Gemma had been moved to another hospital at her parents’ insistence. After that she and Miss Wilson returned to the School. Cherry was staying at the Hospital in one of the beds set aside for parents of young children. The journey back again ran the gauntlet of media people hoping for a quote. However Kevin Cutter was skilful in managing to avoid their clutches. Once back at the School there was a message waiting for Miss Annersley to contact Madge Russell; the RCS Industries Chief Executive spoke with the Head for some time, just as the conversation had finished and Miss Annersley was replacing the receiver Miss Wilson reappeared.

“Well the School is settled,” she said quickly, “We missed supper of course, but Karen says she has taken over two meals, left them in our fridge. We just need to re-heat them in the microwave. What did Madge have to say?”

“She has been consulting with both Kate Mason and their new Public Relations Expert,” Miss Annersley replied, “apparently the best way to respond to the accusations is if I agree to an interview with the original reporter.”

“You’ll get a chance to speak to him face-to-face?” Nell Wilson’s eyes gleamed.

Her friend looked across, “Yes Nell, and it will be a televised interview so please restrain your normal instincts.”

“I don’t know what you mean, Hilda,” Nell said with offended dignity.

Hilda Annersley looked across, “Nell, I’ve lost count of the number of years we’ve known each other, but I should tell you that in all those years you have never been able to fool me into thinking that you did not plan some form of physical retribution for your opponents.”

The Deputy Head just grinned. After a time she spoke again, “Well, are you going to give him an interview?”

“Yes, tomorrow afternoon, around five pm,”

“Why so late?”

“I have a prison visit earlier in the afternoon, I will not let Butcher down.”



The next day started with a visit from Inspector Curtis, unfortunately he was unable to pass on very much in the way of good news. His people had spent hours interviewing people, reviewing tapes and searching lockers and cupboards, but so far nothing had been found that even gave a clue as to the identity of the drug supplier. The Head was resigned to having to give an interview that afternoon in which she would be unable to report on any progress in the quest to ensure that the School was now drug free. That afternoon she was taken to the State Prison by another of the Security Guards, intent on keeping her promise to Butcher.

When Hilda Annersley had passed through the Visitors’ Centre and been processed, she was surprised to find that Miss Shaw was waiting for her. The Senior Officer had obviously been informed when the Head had arrived.

“Miss Shaw? Is something wrong?” Miss Annersley was deliberately formal due to the setting.

Miss Shaw nodded, “Somewhat,” she admitted, “Butcher is in Solitary at the moment.”

“Oh, I see,” Hilda looked slightly vexed, “Then, of course, she is not allowed visitors? Surely the Officers in the Visitors’ Centre should be made aware? They could then have informed me.”

They are aware,” Geri Shaw said quickly, “I instructed them to pass you through anyway.”

Miss Annersley looked across, waiting for an explanation.

Miss Shaw led the way to some small rooms, Hilda recognised them as the rooms used by inmates wanting to speak with their legal representatives. Before opening the door to the first room Shaw turned to the woman beside her,

“Of course, as Butcher is under punishment, she is not allowed to have any visitors. However she is entitled to speak to her legal counsel. I hope you don’t mind, Miss Annersley, but for today I have changed your profession.”

Miss Annersley looked astonished, “May I ask why?”

Miss Shaw remained silent for some time, eventually she looked over at the woman beside her, “Let’s just say that Butcher deserved to see you.” She unlocked the door to the first room, “I’ll be outside when you’ve finished,” she said, ushering the Head into the room and locking the door behind her. Miss Annersley looked round, as she did a familiar voice sounded,

“What the Hell are you doing here, Annersley?”

 


#28:  Author: MaryRLocation: Sale Cheshire PostPosted: Sun Oct 23, 2005 8:09 pm


Like Geri I have every confidence that Hilda can help Butcher where no one else could - but I also feel that it will take its toll, at a time when Hilda already has more than enough to contend with. She has feelings too, just like everyone else, and hurts, just like everyone else.

Thanks, Lesley.

 


#29:  Author: Kathy_SLocation: midwestern US PostPosted: Sun Oct 23, 2005 11:06 pm


Excellent set of posts. I hadn't quite realized the depths Butcher had reached in the past -- and it makes her current repositioning all the more impressive.

*rather more worried about Hilda just now*

 


#30:  Author: Cath V-PLocation: Newcastle NSW PostPosted: Mon Oct 24, 2005 12:23 am


How deeply satisfying this has been. I am impressed that Butcher was able enough and strong enough to recognise and admit to her own responsibilities and choices.

Am concerned about Hilda though, she has a lot to bear at the moment.

Thank you Lesley!

 


#31:  Author: NellLocation: London, England PostPosted: Mon Oct 24, 2005 10:43 am


Thank you Lesley.

Well done Butcher for coming to that realisation and Geri for getting her to the point where she had to think.

Hope the interview with the reporter goes well...

 


#32:  Author: VikkiLocation: Sitting on an iceberg, freezing to death!!! PostPosted: Mon Oct 24, 2005 12:00 pm


Thank you Lesley!!

Hope Hilda can help Butcher, and that the interview goes well! (AND that Nell can get revenge on the reporter without any repercussions!!!)

 


#33:  Author: Helen PLocation: Crewe, Cheshire PostPosted: Mon Oct 24, 2005 12:03 pm


Just caught up again!

Thank you Lesley. Wonderful to see Butcher facing up to her life and the decisions she has made. I do hope Hilda can help her too.

 


#34:  Author: JosieLocation: London PostPosted: Mon Oct 24, 2005 1:06 pm


Thanks, Lesley. Well done Butcher, and good for geri for getting through to her.

 


#35:  Author: KatLocation: Swansea PostPosted: Mon Oct 24, 2005 1:20 pm


Thanks Lesley!

Very pleased that Geri could get through to Butcher - wonder how Hilly can help?

 


#36:  Author: LesleyLocation: Allhallows, Kent PostPosted: Mon Oct 24, 2005 10:24 pm


The Head looked over, there was only a small amount of furniture in the room; a table and some chairs. Behind the table, sat in one of the chairs, was Butcher. Miss Annersley smiled, “Well it appears, Butcher, that for today at least, I am your legal representative.”

Butcher looked across in some puzzlement, then her brow cleared, “Is that what Shaw said? I wondered why the legal visit, know for a fact that no lawyer wants to come near me.”

Miss Annersley sat in one of the chairs opposite the convict, “Miss Shaw seemed to think that you deserved a visit, even though, being on punishment, you had forfeited your right to one.”

“Did she? Well, well, the Senior Officer herself not above bending the rules, eh?” Butcher smiled slightly, “She must think you’re a good influence, Annersley.”

“Perhaps, or just that I’m willing to listen. Are you able to tell me why you have been awarded Solitary?”

Butcher thought for a moment, “Sure, why not.”

The telling took some time, Butcher went through with the Head all that had happened since the events of the previous Friday morning, told her of all the attempts to get Mason. Hilda Annersley listened without comment. Then, quietly, Butcher told of the events of the day before, of the conversations between Miss Shaw and herself, and of her subsequent thinking,

“In the end, what Shaw said, was right, dammit,” Butcher said, her voice somewhat emotional, “Mason wasn’t to blame for my reputation, she wasn’t to blame for my sentence, my life. I was. That was a very hard thing for me to face.”

“But you did face it, Butcher,” Hilda was very quiet but her voice was sure, “you faced it and acknowledged it. That cannot have been easy.”

Butcher shrugged, “Had to be done, anyone would have done the same.”

Miss Annersley shook her head, “No, not true, the vast majority of people would not have done so. You are a very strong person to be able to acknowledge and admit your faults. Not many can do that.”

“You could.”

The Head didn’t answer for a time, eventually she nodded, “Yes, I can admit my faults now. But it took me a long time to do so. For many years I had laboured under the misapprehension that I had no faults, or at least, that I should have no faults. I had almost been programmed to believe that. It took me some time to realise that no human is without faults.”

“Just that some of our faults are bigger than others, eh?” Butcher grinned slightly. “Should tell you, Annersley, what I said to you after the siege? About no regrets? I still feel that. Just now I can accept that I have sole responsibility over all that happened. Instead of blaming Mason.”

Hilda nodded, “I can understand that, you would not have done anything differently, but now you take on full responsibility for your actions.”

“Yeah, something like that.” Butcher sat back in her chair, stretched and yawned, she looked across at the woman opposite, “Enough about me, Annersley, tell me something about the outside, about your School.”

“Are you really interested Butcher?”

“Sure I am, you got any idea how desperate people are in here for some news of outside? What’s been happening at your place? Any problems?”

The Head considered for some time, then, “Yes, there have been a number of problems at the School recently. The problems have, unfortunately, been in all the papers and on the news channels but…”

“But I’ve not had access to them for the past week.” Butcher continued, “So what problems?”

The Head remained silent for a time, then replied, “Problems with drugs,” she said quickly. “Tell me, Butcher, what do you think of drugs?”

“Me?” Butcher thought for a moment, “Well that depends, as far as taking them is concerned,” she shook her head, “Nah, never taken drugs myself, never really appealed. I always like being in control so taking drugs wasn’t an option, don’t even like drinking a lot of booze, same reason.”

“But?”

“But supplying them to others? Hell yes, I’ve supplied drugs, nice earner most of the time, though there are pretty high risks involved. Especially with some of the hard stuff, heroin, crack, that sort of thing.”

“Ah,” Hilda Annersley was somewhat non-committal, Butcher picked up on that,

“Sorry to disappoint you, Annersley, but you know I’m no angel. I don’t see the appeal myself, but if someone wants to use them then I’m more than happy to make a profit from it. I never used to cut the stuff with anything that’d harm them. Not like some dealers, they’d cut it with rat poison, not give a damn if it killed their clients ‘cos there were plenty more. Way I look on it if someone wants to kill themselves that’s their prerogative, I just made a profit from it. Hell, any number of people die from cigarettes or booze, but the Government allows them – purely so they can get their taxes.”

“Well I don’t allow my pupils alcohol or tobacco either, Butcher, so I’m afraid I cannot endorse your point of view. We will have to agree to differ.” The Head’s voice was firm.

Butcher’s eyes narrowed, “Pupils? You mean the kids? They’ve been taking drugs?”

Miss Annersley nodded, “Yes, we discovered sixteen of them had Ecstasy in their possession. It’s likely to be far more widespread than that though.”

“Shit, I thought you meant some of your Staff!” Butcher sounded quite angry now, “OK forget what I just said, drugs for kids? No way, I never did that.”

“How can you be sure?”

”I’m sure, if I wasn’t sure of someone’s age I wouldn’t sell it to them. Once they’re grown up they can do whatever, but not kids. How old are they?”

“Between the ages of twelve and fourteen.”

“Jees, just the age where they’ll try anything to fit in. No Annersley, that I don’t agree with.” Butcher appeared very angry, she looked across at the other woman, “You seem surprised.”

Hilda nodded, “I am, that you can make the distinction.”

“Not that difficult, once someone’s an adult they can make an informed choice about everything, including whether or not to break the law. Kids? They can’t make that choice, not about drugs anyway, bloody idiots think they’re indestructible at that age. The cops found out who’s supplying yet?”

Miss Annersley shook her head, quickly she informed Butcher of the investigation so far, the methods used by the Police to discover the identity of the dealer. Butcher shook her head,

“They’re missing something, something obvious,” she said flatly.

Hilda looked across quickly, “Can you tell me what?” The question was phrased delicately.

Butcher thought for a moment, “Supplying kids, can’t agree with that, the dealer is a piece of scum. Couldn’t tell you who it is, wouldn’t even if I knew. No way will I say anything to the cops. But giving a few pointers to a friend? Yeah, I can do that.”

Wonder why you all automatically felt it would be Hilda helping Butcher? Wink

 


#37:  Author: RachelLocation: West Coast of Scotland PostPosted: Mon Oct 24, 2005 10:30 pm


Thanks for the update - at last - Lesley! I've been waiting on you all evening to post and nearly gave up and went to bed!

 


#38:  Author: LesleyLocation: Allhallows, Kent PostPosted: Mon Oct 24, 2005 10:34 pm


I couldn't get away long enough to write!

 


#39:  Author: francesnLocation: away with the faeries PostPosted: Mon Oct 24, 2005 10:44 pm


ooooooooh!

I did wonder whether Butcher and her connections could help the CS. Glad to see Butcher's straight enough not to supply to children. Not that I'm in favour of her supplying at all....but I see her point.

Thanks Lesley

 


#40:  Author: LizBLocation: Oxon, England PostPosted: Mon Oct 24, 2005 11:42 pm


Thanks Lesley

Hope Butcher's pointers are of use

Liz

 


#41:  Author: Cath V-PLocation: Newcastle NSW PostPosted: Mon Oct 24, 2005 11:57 pm


Fascinating. I started to wonder about this last night. Butcher's pov is most intriguing, as is Hilda's comment about her perception of herself as not being allowed to have faults. Now that is an alarming place to be in!

Thanks Lesley.

 


#42:  Author: Miss DiLocation: Newcastle, NSW PostPosted: Tue Oct 25, 2005 12:21 am


What are we all missing?


I obviously do not have what it takes to be a master criminal.

 


#43:  Author: Kathy_SLocation: midwestern US PostPosted: Tue Oct 25, 2005 2:16 am


I was hoping Butcher would have an insight! Very Happy

No idea what might be, though....

Lesley?

 


#44:  Author: MaryRLocation: Sale Cheshire PostPosted: Tue Oct 25, 2005 8:22 am


Fascinating conversation, Lesley, where one can see the strengths of both women, though Hilda's self-analysis regarding her faults.... Crying or Very sad

How interesting that someone hidden from the world may be able to give Hilda the answers to at least one of her problems.

Thank you.

 


#45:  Author: MiaLocation: London PostPosted: Tue Oct 25, 2005 8:55 am


Miss Di wrote:
What are we all missing?

I obviously do not have what it takes to be a master criminal.


Me neither, but I'm completely intrigued...

 


#46:  Author: NellLocation: London, England PostPosted: Tue Oct 25, 2005 8:59 am


will be interested to see Butcher's ideas. Thank you Lesley.

 


#47:  Author: RobinLocation: London PostPosted: Tue Oct 25, 2005 10:00 am


and Hilda hasn't even told her about the drugs in the playground yet...
Really hope Butcher can help

thanks Lesley.

 


#48:  Author: patmacLocation: Yorkshire England PostPosted: Tue Oct 25, 2005 12:10 pm


Mia wrote:
Miss Di wrote:
What are we all missing?

I obviously do not have what it takes to be a master criminal.


Me neither, but I'm completely intrigued...


That makes three of us and I'm sure the clues are in full sight and we'll all be *headdesk* eventually.

Thank you Lesley.

 


#49:  Author: JackieJLocation: Kingston upon Hull PostPosted: Tue Oct 25, 2005 12:32 pm


I think I've got an inkling about what they might be missing... But I'll PM Lesley with it tonight so I don't make a fool of myself Very Happy

Thanks Lesley, wonderful as always.

JackieJ

 


#50:  Author: LesleyLocation: Allhallows, Kent PostPosted: Tue Oct 25, 2005 1:06 pm


There was silence for some time, then, “Thank you.”

Butcher brushed it aside, “No problem, just let me think for a minute.”

Miss Annersley remained quiet, appreciating that Butcher was having to think seriously. She watched surreptitiously as the woman sat opposite her gazed into space for a time, an impatient shrug of Butcher’s shoulders brought an answering jingle and, for the first time, Hilda realised that Butcher wore handcuffs. Butcher must have caught the glance, she smiled,

“Last time I saw a lawyer,” she said, by way of explanation, “was five years ago, when I’d just been given a life sentence, no parole. He’d done absolutely nothing for me during the trial, just gone through the motions, let me be charged with murder without even contesting it, even though I told him I’d been attacked first. I might as well not have bothered even turning up. I told my lawyer what I thought of him, when he didn’t seem to be taking me seriously I got his attention.”

“How?”

Butcher’s smile widened, “Don’t worry, I didn’t kill him. I just broke his arm, so he knew what it felt like.” She sighed, “Thing is, ever since then, whenever I’ve got to speak to Official Visitors it’s in their Standing Orders - I wear the cuffs.”

“I see,” Miss Annersley looked over at the other woman, “Would they stop you? If you wished to attack someone?”

Butcher grinned, “No, but so far, all the Official Visitors I’ve had since, Chaplains, Social Workers, Psychiatrists, you name it, have been very polite.”

“I wonder why?” There was a definite smile lurking in Miss Annersley’s stern countenance.

“Yeah, I wonder?” Butcher shrugged again, then grew serious, getting back to business, “You say who the chief cop was?”

“I didn’t, it’s an Inspector Darrin Curtis,”

“Never heard of him,” Butcher paused, “what about your Chief of Security, I’m sure you told me his name once,”

“John Coates, he used to be a Chief Inspector in the police force.”

“Yeah, I’ve heard of him,” Butcher said with some satisfaction, “may even have come across him some years ago - would have been before he was a Chief Inspector though. Does Curtis know him from when he was in the Police?”

“Yes, I believe so, but why should that make a difference?”

“Because Curtis won’t think to check out the Security side, not when Coates is in charge of it.” Butcher said the words with some satisfaction.

There was silence for some seconds before Miss Annersley could respond, “You suspect John Coates? You’re very much mistaken, Butcher.”

Butcher looked over at the woman opposite, “What, you think because someone used to be a cop that they wouldn’t do anything dishonest? I’ve lost count of the number of bent cops and screws I’ve come across. As it happens no I don’t think it’s Coates - from what I can remember of him from twelve, fifteen years back, he was a hard bastard, but as straight as a dye.”

“Then what do you mean?”

“I mean that, if I were Curtis, I’d be looking very carefully at the Security Officers Coates has under him. Because being a security guard at your place sounds to me like the perfect job for someone wanting to sell drugs. He can go anywhere, speak to anyone. Knows all the places to hide stuff, knows the routines of the other guards and the timings for the sweeps of any CCTV cameras. And, best of all, his boss used to be someone fairly high up in the Police, so no lowly Inspector is going to even consider investigating the staff.”

Hilda looked shocked, after some seconds she caught her breath, “You really think it could be one of the guards?”

Butcher nodded, “Best place to be, so you don’t come under suspicion, is in a role that everything thinks is above suspicion.”

“Thank you Butcher, I’ll pass on your thoughts to Curtis.”

“So long as you don’t mention my name, don’t care about fingering a bent guard, just not about to line myself up for an award for helping the police just yet!”

The Head smiled, “Of course not. I gather, from your attitude, that you dislike dishonest police officers and prison officers?”

“No, I don’t dislike them, I hate them with a passion. If they’re crooked they want paying, all the time, and they don’t stay bought. They’re unreliable, you can’t trust them. Last two years? Since Shaw has been Senior Officer? We’ve had no bent screws here. She’s straight herself and won’t tolerate anything else in her staff. Makes it a lot easier to deal with, you always know where you are with her.”

 


#51:  Author: MiaLocation: London PostPosted: Tue Oct 25, 2005 1:44 pm


Oooh this makes sense! Hope they catch the culprit quickly

Thanks Lesley

 


#52:  Author: Helen PLocation: Crewe, Cheshire PostPosted: Tue Oct 25, 2005 1:53 pm


Oooh this is interesting! Thank you Lesley. I hope they are on the right track.

I like Butcher more and more. Very Happy

 


#53:  Author: KatLocation: Swansea PostPosted: Tue Oct 25, 2005 2:01 pm


Nice one Butcher!

And thank you Lesley!

 


#54:  Author: NellLocation: London, England PostPosted: Tue Oct 25, 2005 3:46 pm


I love the fact that Butcher's morals and sense of right and wrong are so definate even though they might not always quite conform with other peoples. Thank you Lesley.

 


#55:  Author: pimLocation: Helmel Hampster PostPosted: Tue Oct 25, 2005 4:22 pm


*hmms* Thanks Lesley - lots to think about!

 


#56:  Author: LizBLocation: Oxon, England PostPosted: Tue Oct 25, 2005 4:51 pm


Thanks Lesley

*hopes it's nobody we already know*

Liz

 


#57:  Author: VikkiLocation: Sitting on an iceberg, freezing to death!!! PostPosted: Tue Oct 25, 2005 6:14 pm


Thanks Lesley!!

*crosses fingers that Butcher's tips will help solve the mystery!*

 


#58:  Author: LesleyLocation: Allhallows, Kent PostPosted: Tue Oct 25, 2005 7:59 pm


Just then there was a discreet knock on the door; both women looked across, Butcher was the first to speak,

“Must be time’s up.”

“Two hours already?” Hilda looked at her watch, “You’re correct. The time has gone quickly.” She stood then, quickly, held out her hand, “Thank you Butcher, for your help.”

The convict looked surprised but also rose, reached across with both hands; the two women shook hands. “You’re welcome, Annersley,” she paused for some seconds, then, “I appreciate you coming, you know that don’t you? Even if the rest of my stretch is just a wasted life, having you come and visit, well, thanks.”

“No problem, Butcher.” Miss Annersley smiled, “I’ll see you again in two weeks, hopefully, by then, you’ll be released from Solitary.”

“Well, no promises, mind.”

Miss Annersley moved across to the door, knocked quietly upon it. Miss Shaw accompanied her back to the Prison exit, they took the time to talk on the way,

“Butcher told me the reason why she was in Solitary, she told me how you made her see that she held responsibility for her own actions.”

“I thought she might, she’s a strong character, I don’t mean just physically, it took some guts for her to come to that decision.” The Senior Officer turned to the woman beside her, “I’ve already approved Mason’s transfer to another prison, her life here would have been untenable anyway, and Butcher is still very angry with her.”

“That’s wise. Tell me Miss Shaw, is there any activity or endeavour that Butcher could be persuaded to try? Regardless of her status within the prison, her role in charge, I feel that she is coming to the realisation that she will never achieve anything. That could become a very dangerous state of mind.”

“Yes, especially as, baring accidents, she is likely to live another thirty years or so,” Shaw agreed, she sighed, “There is nothing, she’s intelligent, has attended classes in things that interested her. But never wanted to take it further.”

“Further education? A degree course or something similar?”

“She’s not interested.”

“In that case, I may have a suggestion,” the Head said hesitantly.

Miss Shaw looked across with interest and the two women discussed matters for some time, eventually the Senior Officer nodded,

“It’s a thought,” she said with some satisfaction, “have you mentioned it to Butcher?”

“No, I thought it best to speak with you first.”

“Good, let me speak with the Governor, she would have to approve it, she might even have to go higher to get clearance. If it’s OK I’ll ring you. Perhaps you could come in again, put it to Butcher yourself?”

“Another legal visit?”

“If necessary. I’ll hopefully speak to you soon. Goodbye Hilda.”

Miss Annersley looked round, there were no other people close by, “Goodbye Geri,” she said.

 


#59:  Author: Carolyn PLocation: Lancaster, England PostPosted: Tue Oct 25, 2005 8:06 pm


Just caughht up with three posts of this. Super as always, Lesley. I do like turning the tables and having Butcher help Hilda, and with a very sensible suggestion. I hope Hilda's plan for her is acceptable...oh, I know of somehting she could do if she would and if it was possible...although I don't know it would be possible.

 


#60:  Author: VikkiLocation: Sitting on an iceberg, freezing to death!!! PostPosted: Tue Oct 25, 2005 8:27 pm


Thank you Lesley!!!

 


#61:  Author: MaryRLocation: Sale Cheshire PostPosted: Tue Oct 25, 2005 8:28 pm


Two great posts, Lesley. What respect these two strong women have for each other, and how well they listen. Hopefully, Butcher will listen to whatever Hilda has in mind.

Unlike Carolyn, I can't think of anything. Rolling Eyes

I do hope Hilda can apply what she has learned from Butcher about whoever is supplying drugs.

Thanks, Lesley

 


#62:  Author: LizBLocation: Oxon, England PostPosted: Tue Oct 25, 2005 10:11 pm


Thanks Lesley

*wondering what plots are afoot now*

Liz

 


#63:  Author: Cath V-PLocation: Newcastle NSW PostPosted: Wed Oct 26, 2005 1:16 am


Thank you Lesley - hadn't even thought about security staff; I am far too trusting.

Wonder what Hilda has in mind for Butcher?

 


#64:  Author: Miss DiLocation: Newcastle, NSW PostPosted: Wed Oct 26, 2005 2:10 am


Cath V-P wrote:
Thank you Lesley - hadn't even thought about security staff; I am far too trusting.


Me Neither.

*headsdesk*

 


#65:  Author: LianeLocation: Manchester PostPosted: Wed Oct 26, 2005 7:21 am


Miss Di wrote:
Cath V-P wrote:
Thank you Lesley - hadn't even thought about security staff; I am far too trusting.


Me Neither.

*headsdesk*

And me. I also have an idea for Butcher but will prolly be wrong.

 


#66:  Author: RobinLocation: London PostPosted: Wed Oct 26, 2005 9:29 am


intriguing....

thanks Lesley

 


#67:  Author: NellLocation: London, England PostPosted: Wed Oct 26, 2005 10:12 am


Thank you Lesley

 


#68:  Author: Carolyn PLocation: Lancaster, England PostPosted: Wed Oct 26, 2005 11:28 am


I PM'd my idea...I was wrong.

 


#69:  Author: JosieLocation: London PostPosted: Wed Oct 26, 2005 1:19 pm


Thanks Lesley. Very Happy

 


#70:  Author: francesnLocation: away with the faeries PostPosted: Wed Oct 26, 2005 1:27 pm


Well it's better than having no ideas at all - like me!

Thanks Lesley

 


#71:  Author: LesleyLocation: Allhallows, Kent PostPosted: Wed Oct 26, 2005 8:21 pm


At the Real Hospital the Consultant Paediatrician was attempting to examine one of his patients,

“Now Robbie, keep your eyes open, I’m going to shine this light into them.”

“Don’t want to.”

“Robbie, do as you’re told!”

“No, nasty man, he hurted me.” Robbie glared across at the man, his lower lip stuck out.

Cherry looked across at the doctor apologetically then turned back to her son, “He didn’t mean to Robbie, he was making you well. You want to go home don’t you?”

“Yes Mummy, want to go home!” Robbie started to cry. Cherry got up and sat on the bed, pulled Robbie onto her lap,

“I’m sorry Dr Irwin,” she said, whilst cuddling the little boy, “he’s normally very good, but he really doesn’t like being in hospital.”

Dr Irwin smiled, “No problem, Ms Elliott, it’s understandable really, as far as he’s concerned all I’ve done is stick needles in him and shone bright lights in his eyes!” He sat on the end of the bed and addressed his next remarks to the crying boy, “Now Robbie, if you don’t want me to do this, that’s OK, I’ll look at your Mummy’s eyes instead.”

Robbie moved his head away from where he had buried it in Cherry’s shoulder, “You will?”

“Oh yes,” the Doctor replied, “you see I want to look at these green eyes, and if you won’t let me look at yours I’ll have to look at your Mummy’s instead. That is if Mummy will let me?”

Cherry smiled, “Of course Doctor,” she said, opening her eyes wide.

The Doctor leant forwards slightly, switched on the ophthalmoscope and moved it up so the bright light was shining directly into Cherry’s eyes, “Now, Ms Elliott, does that hurt?”

“No Doctor, what can you see?”

“Hmmm,” the Doctor smiled slightly, aware that the little boy was watching avidly, “Well, I can see that you have a son called Robbie and that you live at the Real Chalet School. I can see that your little boy has been very sick but is better now…”

“Let me see!” Robbie had pushed himself up onto his knees and was reaching for the instrument.

“I’m sorry, Robbie, but it only works for old people, not little ones,”

“Oh,” Robbie thought about that, “Well you are very old, aren’t you?”

“I am that,” Doctor Irwin replied solemnly, while Cherry alternated between giggling and turning red with embarrassment.

“See in my eyes, Dokker? What you see?”

Dr Irwin hesitated, “Are you sure?”

Robbie nodded, although he did sit back on Cherry’s lap and clasped hold of her hand, “See what my eyes say!” he ordered.

Dr Irwin raised the instrument again and gazed into the lad’s eyes, after a quick examination he nodded, “Aha! It says here that you are nearly four years old! Nearly grown up. Well I never. It also says that you love dinosaurs and train engines and you’re very good at drawing.”

He moved back, looked across at Robbie who was sitting with wide eyes, “How it know that?”

Dr Irwin looked down at the bed, scattered across it were big colouring books with dinosaurs and trains, Robbie’s pyjamas had dinosaurs on them and his medical file had his date on birth stamped across it. “Magic!” he said firmly.


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#72:  Author: RachelLocation: West Coast of Scotland PostPosted: Wed Oct 26, 2005 8:30 pm


So good she posted it twice! Wink

Fab as ever Lesley - more would be good!

 


#73:  Author: MiriamLocation: Jerusalem, Israel PostPosted: Wed Oct 26, 2005 8:31 pm


thank you for a nice relaxing episode to break the intensity of the last few posts.

Definately worth reading it twice Wink .

 


#74:  Author: MaryRLocation: Sale Cheshire PostPosted: Wed Oct 26, 2005 8:33 pm


Oh that was a brilliant, lovely post, Lesley. Very Happy I giggled all the way through.

Canny doctor! Laughing

Thank you.

 


#75:  Author: PatLocation: Doncaster PostPosted: Wed Oct 26, 2005 8:33 pm


Rachel wrote:
So good she posted it twice! Wink

Fab as ever Lesley - more would be good!


More as in new, not a third posting of the same pleae! Wink

Loving this, as usual. Thanks Lesley.

 


#76:  Author: Sarah_KLocation: St Albans PostPosted: Wed Oct 26, 2005 8:33 pm


Aw.

I suppose I shouldn't be surprised that a Paediatrician is good with kids but still, he was very good! Did I spy a chance for Cherry to get her doctor too or is that just EBD prejudicing me? Very Happy

Thanks Lesley

 


#77:  Author: AlexLocation: Manchester, UK PostPosted: Wed Oct 26, 2005 9:10 pm


LOLOLOLOLOL

OK, the only reason I am finding this so funny is because I used to work for a GP named.....Dr Irwin.

 


#78:  Author: KatLocation: Swansea PostPosted: Wed Oct 26, 2005 9:15 pm


Mr. Green Paediatricians are great fun *whistles innocently*

Laughing

 


#79:  Author: LizBLocation: Oxon, England PostPosted: Wed Oct 26, 2005 9:57 pm


What a lovely doctor Very Happy

Thanks Lesley

Liz

 


#80:  Author: LesleyLocation: Allhallows, Kent PostPosted: Wed Oct 26, 2005 10:11 pm


Just a little extra for tonight! Twisted Evil

"Well Ms Elliott. Robbie, I am happy to say that Robbie can go home tomorrow morning." Dr Irwin smiled.

"Oh thank you, Doctor," Cherry grinned, "you hear that, Robbie? You can go home tomorrow. Say thank you to the doctor."

"Thank you Doctor," Robbie said obediently, then, "when is 'morrow?"

"After breakfast, Robbie," Dr Irwin said quickly, "so you must sleep well tonight and eat all your breakfast in the morning all right?"

"Pomise doctor."

Meanwhile, at the Nurses Station, the Ward Clerk had answered a call from the door. Like all children's wards at the Real Hospital, the one where Robbie was a patient had locked doors to prevent access to 'undesirables'. Anyone wishing to see the children had to request permission.

"This is Robin ward, can I help you?"

A man's voice replied, "I'm here to see Robbie Elliott."

The ward clerk frowned, all the staff on the ward were aware that members of the Press could be trying to access Robbie and his mother, "I'm sorry, sir, but visiting for Robbie is restricted to family only."

"Well I am family," the voice replied, "My name is Josh Arnold, I'm Robbie's father."

 


#81:  Author: JackieJLocation: Kingston upon Hull PostPosted: Wed Oct 26, 2005 10:21 pm


Well... my theory was wrong...

And Oh Crikey... Robbie's Father Confused (allegedly...)

You know how to write 'em Lesley.

JackieJ

 


#82:  Author: LizBLocation: Oxon, England PostPosted: Wed Oct 26, 2005 10:22 pm


ouch!

*picks self up and rubs bruises*

*looks accusingly up at cliff*

Thanks Lesley Very Happy

Liz

 


#83:  Author: PatLocation: Doncaster PostPosted: Wed Oct 26, 2005 10:32 pm


I'm glad Cherry's there!

 


#84:  Author: Miss DiLocation: Newcastle, NSW PostPosted: Thu Oct 27, 2005 3:01 am


Gobsmacked.

My Flabber couldn't be any more Gasted.

Etc.

You do like to spring surprises on us Lesley!

 


#85:  Author: Cath V-PLocation: Newcastle NSW PostPosted: Thu Oct 27, 2005 3:13 am


Ye gods...not so much left field as a whole different game!!

Brilliant Lesley!

 


#86:  Author: AllyLocation: Jack Maynard's Dressing Room!! PostPosted: Thu Oct 27, 2005 7:36 am


Eeep! Poor Cherry, she certainly doesnt need that right now. Thanks Lesley

 


#87:  Author: MiaLocation: London PostPosted: Thu Oct 27, 2005 9:01 am


Shocked Eeek. Hope he isn't going to cause any trouble

*suspicious*

 


#88:  Author: RobinLocation: London PostPosted: Thu Oct 27, 2005 9:18 am


Gulp.

Have this horrid feeling he is going to cause trouble...

thanks Lesley

 


#89:  Author: NellLocation: London, England PostPosted: Thu Oct 27, 2005 10:05 am


Ummm....squerqle!

Thank you Lesley!

 


#90:  Author: Carolyn PLocation: Lancaster, England PostPosted: Thu Oct 27, 2005 10:44 am


Oh my!

Now there is a twist! Excellent plotting! Laughing

 


#91:  Author: AlexLocation: Manchester, UK PostPosted: Thu Oct 27, 2005 11:28 am


Robin wrote:
Have this horrid feeling he is going to cause trouble...


I think he's going to try....but I don't suppose he'll last 5 seconds against Hilda.

 


#92:  Author: KatLocation: Swansea PostPosted: Thu Oct 27, 2005 11:49 am


Evil or Very Mad B******!!! Good for nothing idiot thinking he can just turn up as and when he likes, regardless of the fact he abandoned both Cherry and Robbie when Cherry was pregnant? GAH!!

Unless he's an evil reporter trying to gain access so he can sell a story *hates journalists like that* - either way, I don't like him!

Thanks Lesley!

 


#93:  Author: RosieLocation: Huntingdonshire/Bangor PostPosted: Thu Oct 27, 2005 12:49 pm


*falls over edge of cliff*

























*splat*
Does this mean I don't have to finish my translation any more?

 


#94:  Author: KatarzynaLocation: North West England PostPosted: Thu Oct 27, 2005 1:29 pm


*wonders happily along the top of the cliff*

Gosh what are all these people jumping off for? This is a Lesley RCS drabble, they surely should have been prepared!

*pulls out chair, table, selection of drinks, nibbles and fire starting equipment (well you never know if it's going to be a long night) and settles down for the next installment*


(oh, and thank you Lesley ;) )

 


#95:  Author: pimLocation: Helmel Hampster PostPosted: Thu Oct 27, 2005 2:09 pm


Crumbs... *heads under desk again and makes meeping noises*

Thanks Lesley Very Happy

 


#96:  Author: RachelLocation: West Coast of Scotland PostPosted: Thu Oct 27, 2005 2:25 pm


*wanders happily along the top of the cliff*

*spots Kate and all the goodies*

*ignores the lemming like bodies flying past*

*settles down for a feast*



(Thanks for the update Lesley!)

 


#97:  Author: VikkiLocation: Sitting on an iceberg, freezing to death!!! PostPosted: Thu Oct 27, 2005 4:45 pm


*digs away at the cliff below Kate and Rachel to start a landslide.....* Wink


Dr Irwin seems very nice. Is he married?

 


#98:  Author: LianeLocation: Manchester PostPosted: Thu Oct 27, 2005 6:24 pm


Alerts Kate and Rachel to the danger bringing a conveniently passing doctor, who will of course be able to sort it out.

 


#99:  Author: patmacLocation: Yorkshire England PostPosted: Thu Oct 27, 2005 6:46 pm


I certainly didn't expect that. Shocked

Poor Cherry!

I'm going to complain to the Advertising Standards people about your sig, Lesley!

 


#100:  Author: PatLocation: Doncaster PostPosted: Thu Oct 27, 2005 8:20 pm


Joining Kate and Rachel ont he top of the cliff. Laughing at everyone nose-diving off. And Vikki, you can't send us over! It isn't possible! we can shore up the cliff under us indefinitely, as we have the Witch with us!

May we please have some more Lesley? It's so much fun watching the lemmings!

 


#101:  Author: Carolyn PLocation: Lancaster, England PostPosted: Thu Oct 27, 2005 9:45 pm


I think these cliffs are best appreciated in the air, paragliding alongside them. If you fall off you have the fear of the fall and the pain of hitting the bottom, if you sit and watch you don't get the wonder and exhileration of the experience, but if you embrace the cliff and jump off, safely, you can glide along and enjoy them to their fullest.

 


#102:  Author: Cath V-PLocation: Newcastle NSW PostPosted: Thu Oct 27, 2005 11:12 pm


This lemming is back at the top and off to buy a paragliding equipment . . .via the drinks and nibbles. Very Happy

 


#103:  Author: JennieLocation: Cambridgeshire PostPosted: Fri Oct 28, 2005 8:37 am


Well, whatever he is and whoever he is, he deserves a good kick up the **se for deserting Cherry when she was pregnant.

And he certainly doesn't deserve a lovely, bright child such as Robbie. Much as I want Hilda to put him in his place, it's Nell that I want to see demolishing him.

Twisted Evil Twisted Evil Twisted Evil

 


#104:  Author: KatarzynaLocation: North West England PostPosted: Fri Oct 28, 2005 10:46 am


Whilst sitting here admiring the view, and the lemmings (and hoping that Lesley might have posted something over night!!) I did some pondering....

Erm, how did Robbie's father know he was in hospital? How did Robbie's father know where he was at all, am I missing something or has Robbie had contact with his father since he first appeared?

I am sure Lesley will happily resolve all my questions.........soon!

 


#105:  Author: MaryRLocation: Sale Cheshire PostPosted: Fri Oct 28, 2005 11:52 am


Lesley, for some strange reason I seem to have missed this very last post - and now wish I had! Shocked Shocked

Agree with all the others regarding cliffs and paragliding.....But I'm scared of heights! Laughing

Thank you - or not, as the case may be.

 


#106:  Author: LesleyLocation: Allhallows, Kent PostPosted: Fri Oct 28, 2005 1:21 pm


The journey back from the prison to the School was made in near silence; after the initial greeting to the security guard, Tom Brookes, Miss Annersley sat in the back of the jeep thinking deeply about events. When the jeep dropped her off outside the main Building she barely replied to his ‘Goodbye’ and walked swiftly into the Admin block. A talk with Rosalie Dene left the Office Manager quickly contacting the reporter to change the interview time to the following day before getting in touch with both Inspector Curtis and John Coates. Rosalie was able to stress to both men the urgency of the request, but was unable to say why the Headmistress had asked to see them both. Miss Annersley had not enlightened her.

As the Inspector had been on-site it was only a short time later that both men arrived in the Admin Block and were shown into the Head’s Study, a few minutes later Miss Annersley herself appeared, both men rose politely.

“Please sit down, gentlemen,” Miss Annersley said quickly, she walked across and sat herself in the Head’s chair. “I asked you both here to check on any progress in discovering the identity of the drug supplier?”

Both men remained silent, looking at each other, the Head raised an eyebrow,

“Come, come, gentlemen, I assume you have been doing something over the past few days? It is now three days since my grandson and two other babies became seriously ill eating tablets dumped in the Nursery playground. Five days since drugs were first discovered here. Have you made no progress?”

The two men remained silent for a time, then Curtis spoke, “Well,” he coughed, “after some deliberation it was felt that the dumping of those tablets in the playground had to be done by someone who was not around over the weekend, who discovered that the fact there was a drug problem on site had been found out when they came on duty Monday morning.”

John Coates nodded, “That meant that all those Staff who had been working the weekend were, tentatively at least, exonerated, including your teaching staff, catering, security and housekeeping. This has, though, left a large number of staff who weren’t around, maintenance and ground staff for instance, those who work in the laundry or are cleaners, some of the admin staff and even some teachers - those who were not on duty over the weekend.”

Inspector Curtis nodded agreement, “Yes, we’ve interviewed all those staff, finished the interviews this morning in fact, all staff can, apparently, account for their movements and, so far, we’ve been able to corroborate the stories. We’re now looking at the stories and movements of the Contractors, those responsible for building work - your swimming pool. But it’s a long business. We have also started performing random searches both in the School itself and the Boarding Houses, I wanted to speak with you, Miss Annersley, about searches for the Staff and Domestic Staff Houses too?”

“I’ve no objection,” Miss Annersley replied, “I would expect the owner of each room to be present and to have agreed to the search, of course,”

“Of course,”

“And I hope you intend to include the cottages as well? There can be no thoughts of favouritism.”

“Certainly not, Miss Annersley.”

The Head permitted herself a slight, inward smile, the men had almost made it too easy! She would be able to mention Butcher’s thoughts without implicating the woman herself. Her expression, however, did not change, except to become somewhat puzzled,

“There is one thing that perplexes me, somewhat,” she confessed softly.

“Oh?” Curtis said quickly.

“Yes, in your list of those staff that had been interviewed I noted an omission, I do hope that was just an error?”

“An omission, Hilda?” it was John Coates that replied, “I thought Darrin had covered everyone.”

“Really John?” The Head looked across at him, “yet I didn’t hear that he had investigated the Security Staff, am I mistaken? I appreciate that the Security Staff work shifts, but one of those shifts starts at six am and I’m sure that there were a number of security personnel who returned to work Monday morning after having the weekend off.” Miss Annersley’s expression was open and transparent.

Both men swallowed slightly, Curtis even flushed slightly, “Well, Miss Annersley, you are quite right, they haven’t been investigated,” he smiled slightly, though with a slightly sick expression, “I did not feel it was necessary as I knew of Chief Inspector Coates’ reputation and knew that his staff w…”

“Inspector,” Miss Annersley interrupted sternly, “Last year it was discovered that a member of my teaching Staff had infiltrated this School with the sole aim of killing a number of the Staff and pupils, she almost succeeded. At that time the Police investigation did not consider that anyone was above suspicion. I sincerely hope that you are not allowing your respect and admiration for the ex Chief Inspector to cloud your judgement?”

Curtis flushed an even deeper shade of red, John Coates did likewise. Curtis spoke, “I-I may have been mistaken, temporarily,” he stammered, “I will rectify my error.” He turned to the other man, “John?”

John Coates nodded, “Yes, of course, I want my Staff cleared or caught.”

Curtis nodded quickly and left. Coates was about to follow him when a signal from the woman behind the desk kept him in his seat.

Hilda Annersley looked over at the man, Coates noticed that her eyes were grey and hard, she spoke, “You knew that the Inspector had omitted to check your Staff?” It wasn’t really a question, more just a way to confirm a known fact.

John Coates nodded slightly, unable to trust himself to speak.

The Head spoke again, very quietly, “Be very grateful, Mr Coates, that the accident in the Nursery occurred first thing on Monday morning. When there had not been time to finish a full investigation. If I thought that my grandson and the other two children had suffered due to your omission….” She paused, then continued, “You may go, Mr Coates, assist Inspector Curtis with a full investigation.”

Coates nodded quickly and fled, away from those eyes.

 


#107:  Author: MiaLocation: London PostPosted: Fri Oct 28, 2005 1:35 pm


Ooh thank you Lesley. Hope they will soon apprehend the villain!

 


#108:  Author: KatLocation: Swansea PostPosted: Fri Oct 28, 2005 1:47 pm


Naughty John, and naughty Darrin!

Thanks for the update Lesley!

 


#109:  Author: LesleyLocation: Allhallows, Kent PostPosted: Fri Oct 28, 2005 4:08 pm


After quite a long wait the door to the Children’s ward opened. The man went to enter but stopped on seeing someone come out. It was Cherry Elliott. She looked across at the man, she saw a tall, thin man with short blond hair and blue eyes, he was pale and appeared tired. On seeing him her eyes darkened.

“I thought it was one of those reporters,” she said coldly, “trying to get in for an ‘exclusive’ interview. Didn’t realise it was something much worse.”

The young man, he was in his early twenties, smiled slightly, “Don’t be like that Cherry, I’ve come to see our son. Saw on the news that he was here, that he’d been ill. Can’t a boy see his dad?”

“His dad?” Cherry repeated, unable to believe what she was hearing, “Do you remember the last time we saw each other? I’ll refresh your memory Josh, it was four and a half years ago, I’d just found out I was pregnant. Do you remember your last words to me?”

“Now Ch…”

“Your last words, Josh,” Cherry over road him, “were that I couldn’t possibly know that you were the father, that I’d probably been with half the High School. You then left me, left the school, moved to Cairns. Refused to even answer my letters. And you have the cheek to come here expecting something from me?”

“I was only seventeen, Cherry, I had my entire life in front of me, was going to uni the next year. I panicked.”

“And I was fifteen Josh, and unlike you I had no one. Don’t you dare call yourself Robbie’s father, you don’t have the right.” Cherry turned away.

“He is my son though, isn’t he?” Josh Arnold said quietly, “I mean, I saw the pictures, he’s got my hair, even looks like I did when I was a kid.”

Cherry said nothing for a time, then, reluctantly, “He’s your son, yeah, I’d only had the one boyfriend Josh, whatever you thought or said. But you’re no dad. A dad is there for his kids, you gave up the right to call yourself a dad when you abandoned him and me.”

“I was only a kid…”

“So was I.” Cherry’s tone was final.

 


#110:  Author: RachelLocation: West Coast of Scotland PostPosted: Fri Oct 28, 2005 4:28 pm


Cheers Lesley - tis always nice to get updates!

If the father refused to acknowledge his part at the time, would he have any legal rights now? Either way he is an ignorant git.

 


#111:  Author: KatLocation: Swansea PostPosted: Fri Oct 28, 2005 4:34 pm


Poor Cherry, having all this to deal with on top of Robbie being ill Sad

*Pokes evil git*

 


#112:  Author: Carolyn PLocation: Lancaster, England PostPosted: Fri Oct 28, 2005 4:40 pm


Poor Cherry. Would love to see how Hilda and Nell react to him.

 


#113:  Author: VikkiLocation: Sitting on an iceberg, freezing to death!!! PostPosted: Fri Oct 28, 2005 4:41 pm


Thank you Lesley!

*Pokes Sherry's ex!*

 


#114:  Author: JosieLocation: London PostPosted: Fri Oct 28, 2005 5:03 pm


*g* at Coates running from Hilda's eyes!

and not loving Josh too much!

Thanks Lesley

 


#115:  Author: MaryRLocation: Sale Cheshire PostPosted: Fri Oct 28, 2005 7:16 pm


Hilda at her stern, quiet best, intimidating *huge* men with one flick of those compelling eyes. Lovely......just hope it brings quick results so she can sort out her other problems.

Now can she please do the same to this *man* who considers himself good enought to be Robbie's father?

Thanks, Lesley.

 


#116:  Author: Cath V-PLocation: Newcastle NSW PostPosted: Sat Oct 29, 2005 2:41 am


Excellent Lesley! Loved Hilda's swift humbling of Curtis and Coates (sounds like a comedy act).

And good to see Cherry dealing with Josh. Sadly, I rather think the law here would allow him some contact with the child if he wanted it....but would also insist on him coughing up Child Support. Which may well prove a deterrant.

 


#117:  Author: CathyLocation: Sydney, Australia PostPosted: Sat Oct 29, 2005 5:54 am


Cath V-P wrote:
Excellent Lesley! Loved Hilda's swift humbling of Curtis and Coates (sounds like a comedy act).

And good to see Cherry dealing with Josh. Sadly, I rather think the law here would allow him some contact with the child if he wanted it....but would also insist on him coughing up Child Support. Which may well prove a deterrant.


He certainly has to pay child support. I'm amazed that the C$A haven't already been on his tracks, since child support has absolutely nothing to do with access.

However, since he has never shown any interest in having contact with Robbie and Robbie wouldn't even know him, the Family Court would be most unlikely to do much to interfere with the status quo, although he might get a little bit of access.

Cathy (who has long and sad experience with family law, as well as the C$A, from both sides).

 


#118:  Author: JennieLocation: Cambridgeshire PostPosted: Sat Oct 29, 2005 7:39 am


Good for Cherry for dealing with him, and yes, I hope she takes him for a lot of child support.

Didn't the selfishness just burst out of him?

 


#119:  Author: LizBLocation: Oxon, England PostPosted: Sat Oct 29, 2005 9:38 am


Thanks Lesley

*wondering if Josh can redeem himself*

Liz

 


#120:  Author: LesleyLocation: Allhallows, Kent PostPosted: Sat Oct 29, 2005 12:47 pm


On another occasion Miss Annersley might have been amused at just how swiftly the two men had moved to follow her orders; after all neither of the two were weak characters, yet they both so obviously didn’t want to disappoint her. On this occasion, however, all she could feel was anger toward them and thankfulness that she had been able to discover that they had not been completely thorough. Thankfulness, also, that a convicted killer, a woman with a life sentence without hope for release, was also someone with her own moral code and someone with a strong sense of loyalty toward those she considered friends. Miss Annersley breathed a message of thanks that she shared such a good relationship with Butcher. It made her all the more determined to find some activity that would give the woman a sense of purpose or achievement.

The Head worked steadily until the bell sounded for Supper, then joined the School in the Dining Room. Afterwards she spoke with Miss Wilson, filling her in on the events that afternoon. It must be admitted that Nell Wilson’s language, on hearing that the men had not performed a thorough investigation, was somewhat extreme! The evening was spent at the Real Chalet School; a quick call from Cherry had told the two that she would be bringing Robbie home the following day.

Friday morning, early, saw Ian French arrive and knock softly on the cottage door, Nell Wilson was waiting and the pair set off for their run. Hilda Annersley watched them go, she was hoping to be able to start running again the following week. She moved across to the School early morning to make a start at answering emails that had appeared the day before; the breakfast bell was not scheduled until 7.30am and it was only a little after 6.00am, so she felt she had long enough to catch up. It was with some surprise that there was a knock on her Study door less than 30 minutes later.

“Hilda? Thought I’d catch you here,”

“John? Is something wrong?”

“In a way.” John Coates said, both his face and voice grim, “we’ve found something you need to see. Come with me.”

A short time later saw the Head and Security Chief at the Gatehouse. The name didn’t really describe the security building very well. Although the Gatehouse itself was the main entrance to the Real Chalet School, with barriers and manned guard posts, it also consisted of a two floored large building in which were offices, locker rooms and changing rooms, CCTV control stations and master alarm rooms. Miss Annersley was well aware of the rooms inside the Gatehouse and followed the Security Chief along the corridors to the male locker room. Once inside John Coates turned to look at the Head.

“Darrin Curtis and I did as you said, yesterday, Hilda,” he began, somewhat shamefacedly, “You were quite right, when I was a police officer I’d never have allowed anything other than a completely thorough investigation, Curtis shouldn’t have done either. And I was wrong to allow it. I suppose, in a way, I didn’t even want to consider that one of my people could have been responsible.”

“And now?” Hilda said softly.

“Now, well, out of all my staff, there were twelve that had not been in over last weekend, who, therefore, knew nothing about the discovery of drugs until the Monday. Now of those twelve, three were on leave, seven were on late shifts or nights, which left three. These three were all away the weekend so wouldn’t have known about the drugs, but were among those on early shift Monday. And it was then that I handed over all details about the weekend to the early shift - between six and six-thirty.”

“You feel it was one of those three, John?” Miss Annersley’s voice was quiet.

John nodded, “Yes,” he said, and his voice was as quiet as the woman’s, “Darrin and his officers went through the duty rosters and the records of CCTV footage that we had. Any one of the three had the opportunity to dump those drugs in the Nursery - they must have panicked, realised that there was a strong possibility that the dogs might be brought in. Had to get rid of the merchandise - couldn’t just take it back out with them as there could be dogs at the gate too.”

“And using the Nursery?”

“I think it was just somewhere to get rid of the evidence.”

Miss Annersley thought for a moment, “You said ‘any one of the three’ John, am I to take it that you have isolated the one responsible?”

“Yes, or at least Darrin’s men have, they got court orders to look at bank records, credit card records and the like. One man has been spending well above his means, then there’s this…”

While speaking John used a master key to open a locker, the Head looked inside, the locker was fairly clean and tidy, it held only a spare uniform, change of clothes and a sports bag. She sniffed slightly, “Unusual smell, is it coffee?”

“It is,” John said, “the locker has been washed out with a rinse containing coffee.”

Miss Annersley looked puzzled and John elaborated, “The coffee smell will prevent dogs from detecting the smell of drugs, the only thing is, our man wasn’t quite as thorough as he thought, look!”

The Head looked where John was pointing, on the floor of the locker was a small number of white tablets, “They were under the sports bag, fella missed them when he was gathering up the rest on Monday. The Police have already been in with search warrant to look in the locker, have taken all the prints and samples they need.”

“I see,” Miss Annersley said slowly, “Then I gather he has already been arrested?”

John shook his head, “Not yet, the Police didn’t want to arrest him at his home address, they’re setting up an operation, to catch the people supplying him with the drugs. Didn't want anything to tip off the suppliers. So they are going to do it here, that is, if you OK it?”

The Head needed very little time to think, “Definitely, get that man out of my School, now!”

“Yes ma’am!”

 


#121:  Author: RachelLocation: West Coast of Scotland PostPosted: Sat Oct 29, 2005 12:53 pm


Very interesting development!

I wish I had access to a master list of characters in your stories Lesley - I have a niggling suspicion at the moment in the back of my mind, but will now need to go and reread some earlier RCS to check my theory - and all the while you will sit there sniggering cos it's probably somebody completely unconnected to anything earlier!

 


#122:  Author: NicolaLocation: Derbyshire PostPosted: Sat Oct 29, 2005 12:58 pm


Ooh (sharp intake of breath).

I'm not even going to try going back through previous episodes to try and unravel this puzzle. Lesley is far too cunning at this, and I need to spend the weekend doing something other than read RCS (tempting though it is).

Thank, Lesley.

 


#123:  Author: YvetteLocation: Brisbane, Australia PostPosted: Sat Oct 29, 2005 1:16 pm


Masterful as always Lesley!

I really shouldn't be reading this as I'm marking - it distracts me no end!

Keep up the deviousness!

 


#124:  Author: JennieLocation: Cambridgeshire PostPosted: Sat Oct 29, 2005 1:20 pm


Lesley, please get us off this cliff, preferably before five o'clock today. I can't spend the night wibbling.

 


#125:  Author: MaryRLocation: Sale Cheshire PostPosted: Sat Oct 29, 2005 3:32 pm


So glad that Hilda can acknowledge just how much she owes Butcher and is still determined to help her.

She will feel that even more strongly now that Butcher has been proved right - and hope they catch him red-handed! Shocked

See Ian French is still running with Nell.....

Thanks, Lesley. Wink

 


#126:  Author: VikkiLocation: Sitting on an iceberg, freezing to death!!! PostPosted: Sat Oct 29, 2005 4:05 pm


Yay!!!!!

They've got the b*stard!!!

Thanks Lesley!

 


#127:  Author: KatLocation: Swansea PostPosted: Sat Oct 29, 2005 4:06 pm


*Giggles at Vikki*

Thank you for the update Lesley!

 


#128:  Author: LesleyLocation: Allhallows, Kent PostPosted: Sat Oct 29, 2005 8:03 pm


The two moved back out into the main reception area, Miss Annersley looked across at the Security Chief, “You didn’t tell me who was the owner of the locker, John,”

John Coates looked across, “No, I didn’t, you’ll see him in a few minutes,” he glanced at his watch, “he and his partner will be back from a perimeter check very soon.”

The two waited, in less than a minute, two Security Guards appeared, the Head recognised both of them, Tom Brookes and Kevin Cutter. Tom looked over, flushing very slightly on seeing Miss Annersley,

“Good Morning Miss Annersley, John, is there a problem?”

“You could say that, Tom,” John Coates sounded almost regretful and Hilda looked across sharply, as she did there was movement on either side of the reception area as Police Officers appeared, they were all aiming weapons at the two.

“Don’t move!” the order came from a third policeman, Hilda recognised Curtis’ voice, “Thomas Brookes, you are under arrest, lie on the floor, arms outstretched.”

Tom Brookes looked completely aghast, “What? Is this some sort of joke?”

His companion looked just as confused, “What’s going on?”

“Move out of the way, Kevin,” John Coates said quickly, “this has nothing to do with you.” The young man moved across to where Hilda and John were standing, leaving Tom Brookes alone.

“Why am I being arrested?” This from Tom.

“Do as they say, Tom!” John said sharply.

“But why?” Brookes seemed to suddenly awaken to his danger, to the guns being pointed at him, he knelt on the floor then lay on his front. A police officer moved forward to check him for weapons and place handcuffs on his wrists, he was then pulled to his feet, “Tell me, dammit? Why am I being arrested?”

Curtis stepped forward, “You are being arrested on charges of possession of and trafficking of Class A drugs. You do not have to speak, but any…” The words appeared to wash over Brookes, he looked across at the three watching him,

“I-I-I didn’t, I’ve never, I swear it’s not me.”

None of the three answered, just watched as he was taken away.

 


#129:  Author: RachelLocation: West Coast of Scotland PostPosted: Sat Oct 29, 2005 8:10 pm


Thanks Lesley - and that project I mentioned to you earlier via PM is due to get started tomorrow Wink

 


#130:  Author: Carolyn PLocation: Lancaster, England PostPosted: Sat Oct 29, 2005 8:13 pm


That looks like a set up to me. No way is it that straightforward.


*Worried when Lesley and Rachel start plotting together*

 


#131:  Author: VikkiLocation: Sitting on an iceberg, freezing to death!!! PostPosted: Sat Oct 29, 2005 8:25 pm


Carolyn P wrote:
That looks like a set up to me. No way is it that straightforward.


*Worried when Lesley and Rachel start plotting together*



*agrees with BOTH of Carolyn's comments!!!!!*

 


#132:  Author: francesnLocation: away with the faeries PostPosted: Sat Oct 29, 2005 9:01 pm


*wibbles*

But....but....but.....wasn't he supposed to be nice?

Thanks Lesley

 


#133:  Author: patmacLocation: Yorkshire England PostPosted: Sat Oct 29, 2005 9:10 pm


Vikki wrote:
Carolyn P wrote:
That looks like a set up to me. No way is it that straightforward.


*Worried when Lesley and Rachel start plotting together*



*agrees with BOTH of Carolyn's comments!!!!!*


Unless, of course, Rachel's post was a double bluff Rolling Eyes

Thank you Lesley.

*signed

confused of Halifax*

 


#134:  Author: MiaLocation: London PostPosted: Sat Oct 29, 2005 10:35 pm


*also confused*

*suspects there is some dimension to this to come* Very Happy

Thanks Lesley

 


#135:  Author: Cath V-PLocation: Newcastle NSW PostPosted: Sun Oct 30, 2005 1:05 am


Can't be that easy...surely?
Makes coffee. Opens biscuits. Waits patiently. Very Happy
Thank you Lesley!

 


#136:  Author: Kathy_SLocation: midwestern US PostPosted: Sun Oct 30, 2005 6:39 am


*Highly suspicious*

 


#137:  Author: LesleyLocation: Allhallows, Kent PostPosted: Sun Oct 30, 2005 10:57 am


The Deputy Head listened in silence as Miss Annersley related all that had happened that morning. Once she had finished Miss Wilson remained silent for a time, sipping her tea. The pair were sat in the Head’s Study waiting for the bell signalling breakfast. Nell Wilson shook her head,

“I can’t believe it,” she said, “not him, he’s been with us over a year, he a great lad, it’s not him.”

“The drugs were found in his possession, Nell,” Miss Annersley said neutrally, “and the inside of his locker had been rinsed out in an attempt to disguise the fact that drugs had been stored there. More seriously though, he has a number of different bank accounts and credit accounts, all of which show large amounts of money have been placed in them. The Police expect to find a number of other accounts and hope to trace where the drugs are coming from. It appears that Tom Brookes has been an exceptionally clever man.”

“I still find it very hard to believe, Hilda,” Miss Wilson sighed slightly, “I suppose those that are going to supply drugs must have a good cover, but even so…” She paused there and both women sipped their drinks.

“As do I, Nell, I know I am not always accurate in my character assessments, but I would not have thought young Tom to be capable of such actions. At least I will have something positive to say to that reporter when he arrives this morning.”

“There is that.”

There was the sound of a bell ringing, both women stood, the Head changed the subject, “Cherry and Robbie will be back before lunch, I told Cherry to go across to the cottage, they can stay with us the weekend.”

“Good, Cherry probably needs the rest, I don’t think she’s slept since Monday.” Both women were walking across to the Dining Hall, Miss Wilson continued, “Er Hilda? Is it OK to invite someone over for dinner, Saturday evening?”

The Head looked across, puzzled, “Of course Nell, why ask? You don’t need my permission.”

“No,” the Deputy Head paused, so long that her friend looked across sharply, it must have been a trick of the light, but Miss Annersley was almost certain she could see a faint flush on Nell Wilson’s face, Miss Wilson continued speaking, “I just thought I’d invite Ian along, that’s all.”

“Excellent,” the Head smiled, “it’ll be good to see him.”

 


#138:  Author: MiaLocation: London PostPosted: Sun Oct 30, 2005 11:03 am


Shocked Shocked Shocked

Ooooh wonder if my suspicions are right?

Thanks Lesley

 


#139:  Author: MaryRLocation: Sale Cheshire PostPosted: Sun Oct 30, 2005 12:18 pm


*faint flush* eh? Oh Nell, what have you been up to behind Hilda's back? Shocked

*Wonders* if the two women are correct about young Tom and someone is framing him perhaps..... Surely both of them can't be such bad judges of character!

Thanks, Lesley. Goes away *pondering*.....

 


#140:  Author: francesnLocation: away with the faeries PostPosted: Sun Oct 30, 2005 12:52 pm


I knew it! Looking forward to this dinner.

Thanks Lesley

 


#141:  Author: KatLocation: Swansea PostPosted: Sun Oct 30, 2005 1:31 pm


Hmmm *thinks*

 


#142:  Author: Cath V-PLocation: Newcastle NSW PostPosted: Sun Oct 30, 2005 10:33 pm


Hilda being "neutral" with Nell? Interesting choice of word. I wonder...

And Nell, just why are you blushing? Shocked Shocked

 


#143:  Author: LesleyLocation: Allhallows, Kent PostPosted: Sun Oct 30, 2005 10:59 pm


The day, Friday, went well; at 10am the reporter arrived for the interview, he had a cameraman with him. The interview was interesting, certainly a new experience as far as the Head was concerned, however she had no difficulty answering the questions. The reporter was eager to hear of the arrest that morning, however was doomed to disappointment when Miss Annersley refused to release the name, he found himself unable to refute her argument that, of course, everyone was innocent until proven guilty, and that to release his name prematurely would be extremely bad journalism, and something to which, she knew, he personally would not subscribe. Miss Annersley said this with a totally impassive face, unlike the cameraman, who had to excuse himself while he had a choking fit! Prior to leaving Miss Annersley also mentioned that the RCS legal team would be in touch about any concerns once the interview was aired. But that, of course, she was sure that the reporter would not attempt to change or alter any part of the interview, he had far too much integrity. At this point the cameraman had to be excused.

The rest of the day was quiet, the School still subdued from the actions of the previous weekend and its aftermath. However they were a little happier as Miss Annersley had relaxed her ban on any girls leaving the site, this weekend saw a return to the normal, relaxed regime. Miss Annersley even had time to go across and see Nurse Chester, eager to discover if she could start running again as her ankle had almost healed. She was relieved when the Nurse confirmed that she could start gentle running on the following Monday.

The Head was, herself covering for the weekend and planned to be around for most of the time. For the Friday, however, both Miss Annersley and Miss Wilson planned to leave the School as soon as final lesson was over. The reason for this was quite simple - Cherry had brought Robbie home from the hospital earlier that day. He had spent the afternoon with her at the cottage shared by the two friends. The reunion between him and his two grandmas was very noisy and giggly. Robbie didn’t want to go to bed at all that night, eventually falling asleep in Hilda’s arms. After gently putting him to bed Hilda returned downstairs to find Cherry asleep on Nell’s shoulder.

“Think the only thing keeping her awake was that Robbie wasn’t settled,” Nell said softly, “think she’s out for the evening.”

“Were you planning to do anything else this evening, Nell?” Hilda asked, while refilling both of their glasses.

Nell shook her head and smiled, “No, quite happy here.”

The following day was spent at the School by the Head, only returning to the cottage mid-afternoon after everything had quietened at the School. Nell, Cherry and Robbie had been at the beach, joined by Alison and the others. However they were unable to go surfing as the water was too choppy. By the time Hilda had finished at the School they were all at the cottage, getting ready for the evening.

The meal that evening was arranged for early evening so that Robbie could take part, therefore before six pm everything was in readiness, just awaiting one final guest. Ian French appeared just after the clock had struck six. The meal was a great success, Ian fitting easily into the banter that flew back and forth. He was welcomed warmly by Hilda, Cherry and the others and, when introduced to Robbie, was able to speak to him without hesitation, even though Robbie, to begin with, was very suspicious.

“Are you a doctor, Mr Ian?”

“Just Ian, and no, Robbie, I’m not a doctor.”

“What you do then?”

“I’m a lawyer.”

Robbie thought about that for a while then, “What is lawyer?”

“Well,” Ian looked round quickly, all the others were watching him, waiting for his answer, “I say it’s someone that helps people when they’ve been arrested, or have to go to court. Others have called us vampires, who suck blood whenever we can.”

Robbie‘s eyes were wide, “Wow, can you suck my blood, Mr Lawyer?”

Later, quite a lot later, when Robbie was fast asleep, when Alison and the others had made their farewells and disappeared. Hilda, Nell, Cherry and Ian were sat chatting. The patio doors were open and a patio heater kept the chill off. Outside the sky was cloudless and full of stars. Cherry moved to the kitchen to put the kettle on while Hilda sat listening to Nell and Ian argue about whether the northern or southern star map was the more exciting. Eventually Ian rose,

“Well there’s no help for it, woman, I’m going to have to show you,” he held out a hand and pulled Nell from the sofa.

Outside, some distance from the patio he pointed upwards, “OK, firstly, over there, extreme North East? That’s Andromeda, furthest galaxy that can be seen by the naked eye, the constellation Pegasus is directly above us, “ he was standing just behind Nell and reached round to move her head in the right direction, “and over there is Phoenix, that…”

“It’s not, you know,” Nell said quickly.

“It’s not what?”

“That constellation above us is Phoenix, the one over there is Pegasus. You muddled them up.”

Ian looked down at the woman beside him, Nell had a slight grin on her face, he spoke quickly, “Look, I’ve lived here all my life, you’re a Pom…”

“And I’m a scientist,” Nell interrupted, “and I’ve lived here more than two years. The one above is Phoenix, believe me.”

There was silence for a time, then, “OK if you’re so clever what’s that red star?”

“Mars,”

“Damn, Ok what about that constellation?” he pointed toward the south west.

“Lupus, the wolf.”

An even longer silence, then,

“OK, when would you serve a writ of habeas corpus?”

“Ah, now you’ve got me!”

 


#144:  Author: KatLocation: Swansea PostPosted: Sun Oct 30, 2005 11:11 pm


Lesley wrote:


Others have called us vampires, who suck blood whenever we can.”

Robbie‘s eyes were wide, “Wow, can you suck my blood, Mr Lawyer?”

.......................

“OK, when would you serve a writ of habeas corpus?”

“Ah, now you’ve got me!”



Mr. Green

Perfect!!

 


#145:  Author: Cath V-PLocation: Newcastle NSW PostPosted: Sun Oct 30, 2005 11:15 pm


Excellent - go on Nell, you show him!
Thanks Lesley!!!

 


#146:  Author: VikkiLocation: Sitting on an iceberg, freezing to death!!! PostPosted: Mon Oct 31, 2005 12:57 am


Marvellous posts Lesley!!!

Love the cameraman having to be excused.......

 


#147:  Author: JosieLocation: London PostPosted: Mon Oct 31, 2005 2:28 am


*g*

Go Nell!

Thanks Lesley. Lovely. Very Happy

 


#148:  Author: Miss DiLocation: Newcastle, NSW PostPosted: Mon Oct 31, 2005 3:03 am


Catching up as per usual on Monday...

I hope Cherry gets 4 1/2 years of child support. With interest. Compound.

I can't believe that that nice boy is involved in the drugs. Especially as some were left behind. Has to be a set up.

And wouldn't get to serve a writ of habeas corpus, if Evil Little Johnny Howard gets his way.

 


#149:  Author: Kathy_SLocation: midwestern US PostPosted: Mon Oct 31, 2005 4:08 am


Great job squashing the reporter. Very Happy

I'm not so sure about Ian, though, after that performance.
Shocked

 


#150:  Author: MaryRLocation: Sale Cheshire PostPosted: Mon Oct 31, 2005 9:16 am


Hilda in top form with the reporter. Laughing

As for Ian..... Shocked

Thanks, Lesley.

 


#151:  Author: NellLocation: London, England PostPosted: Mon Oct 31, 2005 10:26 am


Thank you Lesley. Wonderful as ever.

 


#152:  Author: RobinLocation: London PostPosted: Mon Oct 31, 2005 10:40 am


Loving the possible romance. But can't help thinking that they've arrested the wrong guy...

Thanks Lesley

 


#153:  Author: JennieLocation: Cambridgeshire PostPosted: Mon Oct 31, 2005 11:36 am


Wonderful posts, Lesley. Is there anything Hilda can't cope with?

 


#154:  Author: LizBLocation: Oxon, England PostPosted: Mon Oct 31, 2005 1:02 pm


*also suspicious that it's a plant*

Loved the astronomy lesson

Thanks Lesley Very Happy

Liz

 


#155:  Author: Carolyn PLocation: Lancaster, England PostPosted: Mon Oct 31, 2005 1:10 pm


Love Hilda and the reporter.

Nell and Ian are coming along as well aren't they! Laughing

 


#156:  Author: francesnLocation: away with the faeries PostPosted: Mon Oct 31, 2005 5:00 pm


Lesley this is brilliant...

although secretly part of me would have loved it if Nell knew when to serve a write of habeas corpus...(hmmm habeas corpus, might have to go watch legally blonde....)

 


#157:  Author: LesleyLocation: Allhallows, Kent PostPosted: Mon Oct 31, 2005 8:27 pm


The rest of the weekend was quiet; a welcome contrast to the alarms and concerns earlier in the term. The Head took the time to email the girls on suspension, ensuring they were aware that, on their return, they would be welcomed back. It being no part of her remit to ever continually refer back to punishments or misdeeds. The email must have been welcome as, by lunchtime on Sunday, she had received nine replies, all thanking her and promising good behaviour in the future. She stopped working at lunchtime, not through any conscious choice of her own, but because the Deputy Head had walked in, switched off her computer and swept all the paper into a drawer. When Miss Annersley had attempted to protest her words were completely ignored and she was frogmarched over to the cottage! The afternoon and evening were spent with their daughter and grandson.

Monday morning, early, saw both Miss Annersley and Miss Wilson up; Miss Wilson, dressed for running, was awaiting the arrival of Ian French. She looked over at her friend,

“And Nancy said another week before you can start running again?”

Miss Annersley nodded, “Yes, just to ensure it has fully healed, I’ll start next week, after Half Term. You’ll have to keep running with Ian.”

There was a knock on the door and Ian appeared, after a quick chat he and Nell Wilson disappeared on their run.

The day proceeded normally, first thing after Assembly saw John Coates in with the Head and Deputy Head discussing recent events. He was advertising for a new Security Guard to replace the one arrested. He had also, at Miss Annersley’s request, drawn up a protocol to ensure that all Security Officers were subject to far more stringent checks and investigations to ensure that they never again be a threat to the girls on-site. The three spent some time going through the draft protocol before John was dismissed with a number of revisions to insert into the document.

Mid-morning saw a telephone call from Geri Shaw; the Head called in Miss Wilson and placed the call onto speaker. Miss Shaw spoke,

“I spoke to the Governor last Friday about your proposal,” she said, “she felt it had promise and got in touch with the authorities. They’ve replied today. They’ve made a number of provisos, in particular in relation to security.”

“Did they feel the proposal had merit?” This from Miss Annersley.

“Yes,” Miss Shaw’s voice held some trace of irony, “although the main reaction seemed to be why should we be bothered? The amount of work involved, all for a ‘lifer’.”

“Don’t these people read their own Standing Orders?” Miss Wilson said impatiently, “One of the first statements from the Prison Service is that all efforts will be made to ensure prisoners are given the chance for rehabilitation, to become useful members of society.”

“Agreed,” Geri said dryly, “however I think that many of the more senior people feel that if someone is going to spend the rest of their life in prison they’ve forfeited all rights, even those that could allow them to reform.”

“In that case we should ensure that this is started as quickly as possible,” Miss Annersley said quickly, “before they change their minds. Once it has been shown to be successful it will be harder to stop it.”

“Agreed,” Miss Shaw said, “and, with that in mind, would you be able to speak to Butcher about it today? And, providing she agrees, arrange for the first this week?”

Hilda and Nell looked at each other in some consternation, “This week? Can we fit that in, Hilda?”

The Head moved across to her computer, bringing up a copy of the School’s Master Timetable, she pointed, “Wednesday afternoon,” she said, “the Fourths all have Games, that can be re-scheduled without too much difficulty. The Thirds have various different lessons…”

“This could be very important though,”

“Agreed, Nell,” Miss Annersley said absently, she paused for a time, thinking, “Very well, Geri, I’ll be over this afternoon to speak with Butcher and will arrange for Wednesday afternoon to be free.”

“Excellent, I’ll see you this afternoon then. Goodbye Hilda, goodbye Nell.”

 


#158:  Author: JennieLocation: Cambridgeshire PostPosted: Mon Oct 31, 2005 8:31 pm


You really know how to thicken a plot, don't you, Lesley?

 


#159:  Author: SquirrelLocation: St-Andrews or Dunfermline PostPosted: Mon Oct 31, 2005 8:32 pm


Oh looks interesting, lots of setting up here, and lots of tantelising! Thanks for bringing it all a little closer to a resolution though.

 


#160:  Author: RachelLocation: West Coast of Scotland PostPosted: Mon Oct 31, 2005 8:32 pm


Hmmm, Hilda delaying her return to running?

Looking forward to finding out more about the scheme for the prison

 


#161:  Author: Helen PLocation: Crewe, Cheshire PostPosted: Mon Oct 31, 2005 8:34 pm


I've just caught up after several days!

Thank you Lesley - far too much to comment on individually - so I will just say I am looking forward to more! Smile

 


#162:  Author: Carolyn PLocation: Lancaster, England PostPosted: Mon Oct 31, 2005 8:36 pm


Ohhhh....thickening plot will go nicely with my choccie biscuits.

 


#163:  Author: MaryRLocation: Sale Cheshire PostPosted: Mon Oct 31, 2005 9:05 pm


I thought Hilda had been told she could start running on Monday Shocked

They are certainly going all out to help Butcher, aren't they? I do hope they get in before the authorities put down their heavy foot!

As the others have said, lots of meat to be gnawing at on these bones, Lesley. Rolling Eyes

 


#164:  Author: PatLocation: Doncaster PostPosted: Mon Oct 31, 2005 9:16 pm


Looking forward to seeing how this develops, since I have no ideas myself! Thanks Lesley.

 


#165:  Author: KatLocation: Swansea PostPosted: Mon Oct 31, 2005 9:23 pm


Thanks Lesley!

Think it's sweet that Hilda is letting Nell carry on her runs alone with Ian Very Happy

Intrigued by what Butcher is going to do for the school...

 


#166:  Author: LesleyLocation: Allhallows, Kent PostPosted: Mon Oct 31, 2005 9:57 pm


Miss Annersley visited the prison that afternoon to speak to Butcher, on her return she informed her friend that Butcher was willing to go along with the plan. The two made arrangements to change the timetable for Wednesday afternoon. News from Inspector Curtis arrived later that evening, he reported that Tom Brookes was denying all charges, he had been remanded into custody to await trial. The Inspector was busy investigating the many bank accounts that had been used to launder the drug money, however an attempt to trap those responsible for supplying Brookes had failed. The suppliers seemed to have been tipped off.

Tuesday was calm, Miss Annersley spoke at Assembly, informing all the Middles of the changes to the timetable for the following day. She also promised that, before the end of the day, she would have told everyone the details for the Half Term holiday, due to start Thursday afternoon.

Wednesday after lunch saw a prison van draw up in front of the Main School building; warned by the Gatehouse, Miss Annersley walked out to meet the van. Three people got out of the front of the van, the Head recognised Miss Shaw and vaguely recognised one of the other two as Miss Mareck, although she had not seen the male prison officer before. Miss Shaw nodded across at Miss Annersley as she walked round to the locked door at the back of the van. She waited while the other two officers prepared, donning flak jackets and helmets and shouldering rifles. Once the two guards were in place Miss Shaw unlocked the back door.

A figure appeared, dressed in a bright orange jump suit and trainers, the woman had her hands cuffed together in front of her and, additionally, the chain between the cuffs was attached to a belt strapped around her waist. In essence this meant that she was only able to move her hands a few inches, no more. She moved slowly and Hilda Annersley noted that the figure also had leg irons on, restricting her walking. It was Butcher.

Miss Shaw reached up and grasped Butcher’s shoulder, steadying her as she jumped down from the back of the van. Butcher stretched, looked around, noting in passing the two guards, with rifles ready, before dismissing them. She looked across at the Head,

“Nice place you’ve got here, Annersley, bet it costs a pretty penny to be a pupil here, doesn’t it?”

Miss Annersley nodded, “Yes it does,” she confirmed, “but,” she added hastily and with a twinkle in her eye, “we do not keep a great deal of cash on site.”

Butcher smiled in appreciation at the qualification, she looked over at Miss Shaw, “Any chance of having the irons off, Miss Shaw? I’m not going to get far with them two behind me, am I?” She indicated the two armed guards with a jerk of her head.

The Senior Officer nodded gravely, “Very well, Butcher, while we are here.” She bent to release the leg irons, placed them back in the van and then walked over to stand next to the prisoner. “Miss Annersley?”

The Head smiled, “Welcome to the Real Chalet School, Miss Shaw, Butcher, if you would like to follow me?” She lead them into the School and along to the Admin section and into her Study. “Please, sit down,” she said.

Both Butcher and Miss Shaw sat, the two guards remained standing near the rear of the Study, watching. Miss Annersley sat in her chair, reached across to press the Intercom button, “Nell, our visitors have arrived.”

Seconds later saw Miss Wilson walking into the Head’s Study; she greeted the two from the prison. There’s been a great deal of interest in your talk,” she said, addressing Butcher directly, “you’re likely to have most of the Teaching Staff there as well as the Middles.”

Butcher shrugged, “Perhaps I should charge admission,” she said, “what about it, Miss Shaw, fancy being my manager?”

Miss Shaw smiled slightly, “I already am, Butcher,” she commented drily. Turning to the Head she spoke again, “You said that you were prepared for Butcher to talk freely, are you certain about that? Have you any restrictions?”

Miss Annersley shook her head, “None, I trust Butcher’s judgement.”

A soft groan greeted this remark and the other three women looked across at the prisoner, Butcher addressed her remarks to the Deputy Head, “Does she do that to you? Tell you she trusts your judgement so then you feel obligated not to let her down?”

Nell Wilson smiled and a look of perfect understanding flashed between her and Butcher, “Frequently,” she replied, “you have my sympathy.”

Miss Annersley smiled and rose, “I’ll take you along to the Hall,” she said, indicating that the others should follow her.

 


#167:  Author: JennieLocation: Cambridgeshire PostPosted: Mon Oct 31, 2005 10:00 pm


Lesley, I'm going to put the wibbling department on overtime now.

 


#168:  Author: RachelLocation: West Coast of Scotland PostPosted: Mon Oct 31, 2005 10:04 pm


Very Happy LOVE Hilda allowing Butcher to use her own judgement.

 


#169:  Author: Carolyn PLocation: Lancaster, England PostPosted: Mon Oct 31, 2005 10:05 pm


I love Butcher's comment to Nell.

 


#170:  Author: PatLocation: Doncaster PostPosted: Mon Oct 31, 2005 10:06 pm


Jennie wrote:
Lesley, I'm going to put the wibbling department on overtime now.


Jennie! You sound like a spineless jellyfish! Get a backbone!

I love that interchange between Nell & Butcher too.

 


#171:  Author: KatLocation: Swansea PostPosted: Mon Oct 31, 2005 10:14 pm


Laughing Love the scene!

 


#172:  Author: SugarplumLocation: second star to the right! PostPosted: Mon Oct 31, 2005 10:30 pm


Ohhhhhhhhhhhh... wonder what Butchers going to talk about

 


#173:  Author: LizBLocation: Oxon, England PostPosted: Mon Oct 31, 2005 11:55 pm


Wonderful!

Thanks Lesley Very Happy

Liz

 


#174:  Author: Cath V-PLocation: Newcastle NSW PostPosted: Mon Oct 31, 2005 11:57 pm


Brilliant! Loved the "use your own judgement" thing! Curious amount of common ground between Nell and Butcher there.... Very Happy

 


#175:  Author: VikkiLocation: Sitting on an iceberg, freezing to death!!! PostPosted: Tue Nov 01, 2005 1:46 am


Very intrigued Lesley, and another one here loving that moment of mutual sympathy between Nell and Butcher!

 


#176:  Author: Miss DiLocation: Newcastle, NSW PostPosted: Tue Nov 01, 2005 2:02 am


Is she going to talk about party drugs just being the first step to a Life Of Crime and a life sentence?

 


#177:  Author: francesnLocation: away with the faeries PostPosted: Tue Nov 01, 2005 4:08 pm


Much plot thickening.

Looking forward to more....preferably soon please Lesley!

 


#178:  Author: LesleyLocation: Allhallows, Kent PostPosted: Tue Nov 01, 2005 8:10 pm


In the Main Hall the entire Middle section of the School were gathered, also present were almost all the Teaching Staff as well as sundry others of the Domestic, Admin and Security personnel. The girls themselves had been told only that an expert speaker would be addressing them, therefore some at least were prepared to be bored for the next hour or so. They were in for a surprise.

The Head and Miss Wilson appeared at the back of the Hall, normally their arrival would signal that all the girls were to rise to their feet; however the appearance of four other people walking just behind the Heads, caused many of the girls to simply forget normal procedure. The girls knew the first figure; Miss Shaw had received a bravery award from the RCS the previous term and the Prison Officer was recognised. However the other three had not been seen before, and when the girls took in both Butcher’s appearance and restraints and then the two armed guards, many just sat and stared.

Miss Annersley walked across to stand behind the lectern on the dais while Miss Wilson sat at the back. Once the other four had all reached the dais the two guards moved to either side of the platform, Miss Shaw, after a few words with her prisoner, walked across to take a seat beside the Deputy Head. Butcher remained standing next to Miss Annersley. The Head looked round the Hall, noting that fully one third of the girls had remained seated and all were talking. She tapped once on the bell on the lectern, complete silence fell immediately and the girls who had remained seated suddenly jumped to their feet.

“Sit down, girls,” Miss Annersley’s voice held some amusement. She waited until everyone had sat down then smiled around at everyone, “we have a guest speaker today, girls, she is going to tell you a little about the consequences of taking drugs.” She indicated the woman standing beside her, “This is Butcher.”

Butcher waited while the Head walked across to sit beside Miss Wilson and Miss Shaw, she then turned to look out at the girls. She smiled slightly and walked over to stand in the centre of the dais, perhaps two feet from the edge. “Just so you know,” she said quickly, “the reason for all this? The cuffs and restraints, the boiler suit, the two goons with rifles? They’re there because I’m considered a danger to the public. And you know what? The Powers-That-Be are probably right. My name is Ann Susan Butcher but for the past ten years I’ve been known as 59388 Butcher, A.S. I am a convicted murderer, I have killed three times and I will never be released from custody.”

Butcher paused for some seconds while the girls waited. She stepped forward just half a step then stopped and looked back, “Miss Shaw here is Senior Prison Officer at the State Prison, and she is responsible for ensuring that I return there later today. She’s also responsible for protecting the general public, that’s you, from a dangerous, violent and irredeemable prisoner, that’s me. Miss Shaw? What will happen if I decide to step over the front of this platform?”

Miss Shaw looked across solemnly, “You will be shot in the back Butcher, twice,” she said flatly, “You know that.”

Butcher nodded, “I know that,” she agreed, she indicated the hushed Hall with her head, “and now they know it too.” She stepped back from the edge. “So your Headmistress has asked that I speak about the consequences of taking drugs. Well the first thing I should say is that you’ll not end up like me. I don’t take drugs, don’t even smoke cigarettes. I like a drink occasionally, but I don’t over-do it. See I don’t like the lack of control that most drugs cause. The way they make you act out of character. So why listen to me then?”

Butcher’s gaze swept round the Hall, as though expecting an answer, when one didn’t appear she continued, “I’ll tell you. But first let me tell you a little about women in prison. See there’ve been a number of studies done, about why women commit crime, how it’s different to men. In male prisons the percentage in for serious assault and worse is upwards of 30 percent, so you’ve got a one in three chance of meeting one if you’re a newly convicted man. Women are different though, the majority don’t commit violent crime,” Butcher smiled, “I’m the exception. Different studies estimate between 1-5 percent, rest are in for non-violent crime. What that means is that in a women’s prison there are far fewer violent prisoners, but generally those prisoners are there long term, and they don’t stop being violent.

“So what are women in prison for then? Well, more than half of them are in prison because of drugs. And I don’t mean because they’ve taken drugs, mostly the cops just give warnings and reprimands for those they catch with only a small amount. Nah, reason most mice, most women are in, is because, being hooked on drugs has meant they need cash, lots of it. So, to get cash they break the law.”

Butcher stopped as one of the Mistresses raised a hand, “Yeah, what d’you…” Butcher stopped again as she recognised the woman, “Derwent, good to see you again. What is it?”

“Hello Butcher,” Miss Derwent, Senior Mistress, smiled slightly, “You mentioned ‘mice’ what does that mean?”

“Mice?” Butcher shrugged, “That’s how most of the women are. Quiet as, no trouble, do as they’re told, obey the screws,” she grinned slightly, “It’s what I thought your Headmistress was too. She persuaded me otherwise during her week inside.”

At the words there was a concerted gasp from the girls and they all stared across at the Head. Sitting beside her, Miss Wilson leant across to remark softly,

“You know you felt that some of the girls would have seen that broadcast, Hilda? The one where the fact you’d had a week’s holiday courtesy of Her Majesty was made public?”

“Yes Nell.”

“Well don’t worry, they all know now! Aren’t you glad you said ‘no restrictions’ to Butcher?”

“Ecstatic.”

 


#179:  Author: RachelLocation: West Coast of Scotland PostPosted: Tue Nov 01, 2005 8:34 pm


Looking forward to hearing some more of Butcher's talk!



(Mind you I had to snigger at her initials being AS - first thing that sprang to my mind (obviously corrupted by Vikki long ago) was Ann Summers!)

 


#180:  Author: VikkiLocation: Sitting on an iceberg, freezing to death!!! PostPosted: Tue Nov 01, 2005 8:47 pm


*pokes Rachel*


Nice one Butcher!!! And trust Nell to take so much delight in it!!!

 


#181:  Author: MaryRLocation: Sale Cheshire PostPosted: Tue Nov 01, 2005 9:05 pm


Such a chilling remark from Miss Shaw - and offered and accepted so matter-of factly by the two of them. Shocked One wonders what was going through some of the girls' minds at that point!


Loved the by-play between Nell and Hilda there, instigated by Butcher's remark. Laughing

Thanks, Lesley.

 


#182:  Author: francesnLocation: away with the faeries PostPosted: Tue Nov 01, 2005 9:11 pm


wonderful. I'm really looking forward to the rest of Butcher's talk.

THanks Lesley

 


#183:  Author: Carolyn PLocation: Lancaster, England PostPosted: Tue Nov 01, 2005 9:25 pm


Loving this, I feel like I am hanging on her every word, so the girls must be spell bound.

 


#184:  Author: KatLocation: Swansea PostPosted: Tue Nov 01, 2005 9:35 pm


Hmm...

Thanks Lesley!

 


#185:  Author: LesleyLocation: Allhallows, Kent PostPosted: Tue Nov 01, 2005 10:23 pm


Butcher grinned across at Miss Annersley who gently bowed her head in acknowledgement. She looked back at audience, “Mice are the ones that tend to get hurt if there’s any trouble, because they can’t defend themselves,” she said quietly. She took a breath then continued, “So, how many of you think you’re going to end up inside?” There was silence, no one answered. Butcher nodded,

“Well, let’s do a little experiment, shall we? I understand there was a crackdown recently, some kids got caught? So how many of the rest of you had also tried E’s?”

No one replied and Butcher smiled, she turned to speak to the Head, “Annersley? Your word none of the kids get into trouble for admitting it?”

Hilda Annersley considered, then nodded gravely, “Very well Butcher, my word.”

Butcher turned back, looked out on the sea of faces, “OK, you heard, now, how many of you have tried E’s, even just the once?” She waited then, slowly, a few hands went up, then a few more, eventually more than a quarter of the girls had raised their hands.

“Right, about forty then, with another twenty or so who don’t believe their teacher or just don’t want anyone to know.” Butcher counted quickly, “OK, well most of you won’t ever take ‘em again, you’ll think it was fine but, I’ve got better things to do. Some of you will keep taking them, going to clubs, dancing, just something at the weekend, nothing more.”

Butcher waited, while most of the girls and even some of the mistresses nodded, then, her voice lower, she continued, “Then there’ll be the few who decide that they’re not getting enough of a kick, want to try something different, so they’ll look round and hey suddenly there are dealers around who ‘just happen’ to have something different. So you’ll try some acid, but you might have a bad trip, oh but how about this, Crack Cocaine – don’t get bad trips with that, just a real high. And after a while, to numb the cravings for Crack, a dealer might say try this, it’s just smack, it’ll help. Any of you know what that is?”

There was silence, all in the Hall mesmerised, Butcher continued, “It’s got loads of names, ‘brown’ ‘horse’ ‘junk’ ‘skag’ – it’s all the same thing – Heroin. And by the time you’re on to the Crack and Heroin it’s taken over your life. And that’s when you might see me, or someone like me. See by then you’ll do anything to get the money for the next fix, you’ll nick money from your parents, sell their stuff, steal it from kid brothers and sisters. Some women, with kids? Use the money they’ve got to feed the kids to buy drugs instead. Eventually, after they've no money and nothing left to sell, they'll start selling themselves, just to get the next fix.”

The convict looked out on all the faces, “I know what you’re thinking,” she said quietly, “You’re thinking that won’t happen to me, I’m smart, got money behind me, got a future. That sort of stuff, only happens to the stupid, those without money, the dumb, it won’t happen to me. Well don’t kid yourselves. Woman I knew was sent to prison for three years, she was an accountant, high powered one too. Cops discovered she’d been nicking her clients’ money – embezzlement. She had everything going for her, career, family the lot. But she’d developed a habit, see? Threw the lot away. Three months into the sentence she managed to get hold of drugs inside, a bad batch, ended up overdosing. You remember her, Miss Shaw?”

“I remember her, Butcher.”

Butcher nodded, she spoke again, “See, the drugs don’t care what the person’s like, they’ll go for rich or poor, dumb or smart, the dealers don’t give a shit, all they’re interested in is seeing the money, I know, I’ve been one. Cops don’t care, all they want is to nick you and the dealers and suppliers, screws don’t care…” Butcher stopped, “Well, some of them, and their job is to keep you inside, they don’t have time to nursemaid you.

“The only one that can do anything is you, you can make a choice about whether to take drugs or not. Just know this, if you take them then, five, ten years from now, we’ll be meeting again,” Butcher looked down at the handcuffs then across at the two guards, “and I’ll not be restrained then.”

 


#186:  Author: RachelLocation: West Coast of Scotland PostPosted: Tue Nov 01, 2005 10:29 pm


Go Butcher - she's telling it like it really is for sure!

 


#187:  Author: PatLocation: Doncaster PostPosted: Tue Nov 01, 2005 10:33 pm


That was really menacing! I hope Butcher gets through to them all.

 


#188:  Author: Carolyn PLocation: Lancaster, England PostPosted: Tue Nov 01, 2005 11:17 pm


That last line is chilling.

 


#189:  Author: VikkiLocation: Sitting on an iceberg, freezing to death!!! PostPosted: Tue Nov 01, 2005 11:22 pm


Eeeek!!!

Hope Butcher's talk does the trick!
Thanks Lesley!

 


#190:  Author: LizBLocation: Oxon, England PostPosted: Tue Nov 01, 2005 11:27 pm


Thanks Lesley

This is certainly an original way to get the message across - Butcher is doing brilliantly.

Liz

 


#191:  Author: Sarah_KLocation: St Albans PostPosted: Wed Nov 02, 2005 12:14 am


I think that would probably scare most kids into staying away from drugs!

Thanks Lesley

 


#192:  Author: JosieLocation: London PostPosted: Wed Nov 02, 2005 12:21 am


Oh, well done Butcher!

Thanks Lesley. Very Happy

 


#193:  Author: Miss DiLocation: Newcastle, NSW PostPosted: Wed Nov 02, 2005 3:10 am


Sarah_K wrote:
I think that would probably scare most kids into staying away from drugs!


Well I was nearly right on what Butcher was going to talk about.

Have to admit that I'd be the cynical one in the back row muttering about scare tactics...

 


#194:  Author: SquirrelLocation: St-Andrews or Dunfermline PostPosted: Wed Nov 02, 2005 7:10 am


Whew - two gripping posts Lesley. I just loved where Butcher let out about Hilda's time inside, that was fantastic. Somehow I recon that a fair number of them will leave it at that, Butcher will be enough for them. The last line is also a real killer. Thanks Lesley

 


#195:  Author: patmacLocation: Yorkshire England PostPosted: Wed Nov 02, 2005 8:33 am


Just caught up on a whole load of this.

Interesting that a whole load more of the middles had actually tried E Rolling Eyes

Butcher is really quite chilling in the matter of fact way she is handling this.

 


#196:  Author: NellLocation: London, England PostPosted: Wed Nov 02, 2005 10:00 am


Thank you Lesley. Butcher is great here.

 


#197:  Author: RobinLocation: London PostPosted: Wed Nov 02, 2005 10:18 am


wow. that should certainly get the message across.

thanks Lesley

 


#198:  Author: KatarzynaLocation: North West England PostPosted: Wed Nov 02, 2005 12:29 pm


Humm, nice speech, can't think that the powers that be outside RCS will be too impressed with the method of delivery for the drugs ed talk though!


Now Lesley, I do think that if you are off work (or working from home) and on the board all day you should post regularly - at least that way i wouldn't have to keep abandoning my work to check whether the next installment had arrived ;)

 


#199:  Author: MaryRLocation: Sale Cheshire PostPosted: Wed Nov 02, 2005 1:03 pm


But how many of them will STILL be thinking it couldn't happen to them, despite Butcher's strong language? Crying or Very sad Scare tactics don't always linger in the mind when something apparently *attractive* later appears on the horizon.

But well done to Hilda and Butcher - even if, as Katarzyna says, the *powers-that-be* don't like it.

Thank you, Lesley.

 


#200:  Author: AlexLocation: Manchester, UK PostPosted: Wed Nov 02, 2005 1:43 pm


Can't imagine some of the parents will like it much.....

Thanks, Lesley.

 


#201:  Author: RachelLocation: West Coast of Scotland PostPosted: Wed Nov 02, 2005 1:52 pm


Tough if the parents don't like it - Hilda has already made it clear numerous times that as a private school, she has ultimate decision making powers - and if the parents don't like it, they know what to do.


Lesley, hurry up and post some additional installments please!


(Have been rereading RCS4 where Hilda gave Liss a mini lecture on over use of the word "more"!)

 


#202:  Author: LesleyLocation: Allhallows, Kent PostPosted: Wed Nov 02, 2005 3:06 pm


That was when Liss was playing silly b*ggers with the auto censor wasn't it? Laughing

By the time Butcher had finished talking the bell for end of lessons had already sounded. The kitchen staff brought up trolleys with drinks on, both hot and cold, as well as some snacks. Butcher joined the other three women on the dais, talking about how the talk had been received. Some of the Upper Fourth brought across tea and cakes for the two Heads and Miss Shaw. Butcher, not expecting anything, was surprised when one of the girls plucked up courage to speak to her.

“Erm, Miss Butcher? Would you like a drink?”

Butcher looked across, the girl was about ten feet away and obviously scared, but she seemed resolute, the convict smiled slightly, “It’s just Butcher, kid,” she said gruffly, “what did you say?”

“W-would you like a drink?”

Butcher shook her head, “Thanks anyway but,” she moved her hands slightly, showing just how little movement she had, “I can’t really hold a cup, and I don’t think you want to hold it for me.”

The girl thought for a while then, “I could find a straw? I mean, if you had a cold drink?”

Butcher considered, “OK then, juice will be fine.”

The girl nodded, moved across to speak to the Domestic Manager. Butcher looked round, Miss Annersley and Miss Shaw were speaking together, instead she turned to the woman sat next to her,

“Wilson? What’s that girl’s name?”

The Deputy Head had watched the scene earlier, she also showed no surprise at Butcher’s method of address,

“Helen Cooper, she’s one of the youngest in the Upper Fourth.”

“She’s got guts.”

A short time later the girl appeared and handed Butcher a glass of orange juice and a straw. Butcher was able to drink the juice without difficulty. She turned to the girl, “Thanks Helen,” she said.

The girl smiled slightly before moving back to join her friends.

Butcher swallowed a few more mouthfuls of the juice before speaking to Nell Wilson again, “School I went to would never have bothered about something like this,” she remarked, “and even if they did, they’d never have been allowed. Can’t let the kids see the real world, see that people like me exist.”

“When we were in Switzerland the School was very isolated, the girls unable to face the realities of the world outside. Hilda and I vowed that we would never again be responsible for sending girls out into the world unprepared.”

Butcher looked over at the Deputy Head searchingly, “And you’d both do anything for them, wouldn’t you?”

Nell nodded, “Yes, anything.”

Butcher sat back, satisfied, “Like me then and the women inside.” She looked round, seeing the two prison guards watching her every move, laughed slightly, “Bet they don’t get a drink till I’m safely back inside,” she said with some pleasure.

Miss Wilson was unable to prevent grinning in return.

A short time later Miss Shaw rose and said that the Prison party must leave. The Head and Deputy Head walked with them to the Main Door, shook hands with both the Senior Officer and with Butcher, before disappearing back to the Admin block. Outside the School building Butcher went to walk across to where the prison van was parked; a hand on her arm stopped her,

“Wait, Butcher,” Shaw said, “we’re not quite ready to go back yet.”

Butcher stopped, slightly puzzled, a short time later one of the security guards appeared,

“Miss Annersley rang me,” he said by way of explanation, “follow me!” He lead the others around the Main Building and past the Boarding Houses, adjusting his pace to allow them to keep up. Rounding a corner they were suddenly faced with sight of the ocean. There was a small rocky cliff to walk down, a path had been cut into it. Then a large sandy beach. Miss Shaw spoke with the two guards who then remained at the top of the cliff, moving apart so that they had approximately fifty yards between them. Miss Shaw walked down to the beach with Butcher.

“Stay within sight of the guards Butcher,” she warned, “don’t go past where they are standing.”

Butcher looked up at the two guards, noting where they stood, she then walked forwards, closer to the sea itself. She eventually came to a stop after she had reached the water, allowing small waves to break over her feet. Stood there, motionless, for some time, staring out to sea. After a while she turned and walked back to where Miss Shaw was waiting,

“Thanks Shaw, appreciate that,” she said quietly.

The Senior Officer nodded, “No problem Butcher,” she said. “Your talk went well.”

“Yeah, it did, didn’t it?” Butcher smiled.

Miss Annersley said that she would like to ask you back to give talks to the Seniors as well, if you’re interested?”

Butcher considered, “Yeah, why not?”

“She also said that she could supply a list of other Schools, both private and public, boys and girls, who may be interested in hearing you speak. Again, if you’re interested?”

There was a long silence then Butcher smiled, “It won’t stop all of them, you know? Some kids will take drugs regardless. They’ll say it won‘t happen to them, dismiss what I said, think it was said only to try and scare them.”

“But some will not take drugs, because of something you said.” Shaw replied.

Butcher nodded, “Yes,” she took a deep breath, turned to face the prison officer, “Go for it, make appointments with the schools, if it means some of the kids won’t end up facing me or others like me, it’ll be worthwhile.”

 


#203:  Author: MiaLocation: London PostPosted: Wed Nov 02, 2005 3:09 pm


Good for Butcher!

Thanks Lesley Very Happy

 


#204:  Author: NellLocation: London, England PostPosted: Wed Nov 02, 2005 4:11 pm


I'm liking Butcher more and more. Thank you Lesley.

 


#205:  Author: RachelLocation: West Coast of Scotland PostPosted: Wed Nov 02, 2005 4:12 pm


That last part was so poignant. I am actually sitting here welling up for some reason - and that doesn't happen often to me!!!

Glad it all seems to be going well at present. And if all seems well, we must be due another whacking great big shock any second now.

 


#206:  Author: KatarzynaLocation: North West England PostPosted: Wed Nov 02, 2005 4:55 pm


Why am I seeing Nell and Butcher as kindred spirits here? The pair of them are probably going to wind up Hilda something chronic if Butcher comes to the school more often!

Thank you Lesley, can we have another bit before i go home at 5.15 please?

 


#207:  Author: patmacLocation: Yorkshire England PostPosted: Wed Nov 02, 2005 7:22 pm


I got choky at that last scene as well. It was very moving.

I think Butcher was very realistic about the effect on the girls. Some will think they know better but even if she saves a few, it's well worth it.

Thanks Lesley. That whole episode was great.

 


#208:  Author: PatLocation: Doncaster PostPosted: Wed Nov 02, 2005 8:06 pm


I think that it was wonderful to give Butcher that chance to go on the beach. She deserves that break.

 


#209:  Author: SquirrelLocation: St-Andrews or Dunfermline PostPosted: Wed Nov 02, 2005 8:48 pm


Oh I love the beach trip, that was just wonderful. Butcher is doing her best here for the authorities - something which would have gone against the grain earlier on. She deserved a break, a tiny glimpse of the feeling of freedom.

Loved the bit with Helen - that was fantastic as well. Hope that more girls are stopped by the talk than fewer, though I know that realism suggests that might not be the case.

Thanks Lesley

 


#210:  Author: Carolyn PLocation: Lancaster, England PostPosted: Wed Nov 02, 2005 9:03 pm


Oh, that was wonderful...taking her to the beach was such a thoughtful idea.

 


#211:  Author: MaryRLocation: Sale Cheshire PostPosted: Wed Nov 02, 2005 10:07 pm


Butcher is very astute - witness her comment about Nell and Hilda doing anything for the girls, and her appreciation of Helen Cooper. Not much passes her by.

And the ocean scene was very moving.

Thanks, Lesley.

 


#212:  Author: LesleyLocation: Allhallows, Kent PostPosted: Wed Nov 02, 2005 11:21 pm


That evening, before supper, Miss Annersley rose to announce where everyone would be going for the weekend. There was great excitement when all the Seniors and Middles discovered they were to spend the weekend in the mountain resorts to the North of Melbourne. Obviously there were far too many girls to all go to the one resort, however their numbers had been evenly distributed throughout the many resorts. A list of where each form was going, along with their departure time Thursday afternoon and escort mistresses was published onto the school computer notice board as well as placed in each Form Room.

For the Juniors there were trips to entertainments closer at hand, although all the Juniors would also be staying away at least one night as a special session at Melbourne Zoo had been arranged and the youngsters would have the opportunity to camp overnight to see the nocturnal animals. The Kindergarten would also be going on day trips, however the Nursery would not be represented as all the children would be going home that weekend. Miss Annersley had spoken to Cherry about Robbie, explaining that it was not possible for the pair to join either Nell of herself as both would be joining one of the Senior or Middle groups. Cherry had said it didn’t matter, just a few days with Robbie would be fine, especially as Alison and the others would be visiting.

Thursday morning saw Miss Annersley teaching, lessons did not stop until lunchtime. Therefore, when an unexpected visitor appeared Miss Dene contacted the Deputy Head,

“It’s a Mrs Abbott, Nell,” Miss Dene said quickly, “She doesn’t have an appointment but said she was prepared to wait all morning if need be.”

“Did she say what it was about, Rosalie? Doe she have a daughter that she wants to enrol?”

“Hasn’t said. Just keeps saying it’s very important. Will you see her Nell? Or shall I ask her to wait for Hilda?”

“Hilda’s teaching for the next hour or so,” the Deputy Head said quickly, “I’ll see her, if need be we can disturb Hilda later.”

A very short time later saw the Officer Manager ushering in a woman of about thirty, she was of medium height and build, light brown hair and eyes. Nell had never seen her before, yet some resemblance stirred.

“Good morning Mrs Abbott,” she said, rising and offering her hand, “my name is Nell Wilson, I’m the Deputy Headmistress. Miss Annersley, the Head is unavailable at present but perhaps I can help?”

The woman swallowed somewhat nervously, “Miss Wilson? Yes, that was one of the names he said. I can talk to you.” She sat down, somewhat distractedly. Miss Wilson also sat, asked Miss Dene to bring in tea for them both. Once the drinks had been brought in Nell sat back,

“Mrs Abbott, you seem to be very worried about something, can I help?”

The younger woman looked up from where she had been nervously twisted a handkerchief in her hands, “I hope so, because otherwise I don’t know what to do. We haven’t got much cash and don’t know who else to turn to. You’ve got to believe me, Miss Wilson, I know my brother. He didn’t do this. These charges, what the police are saying he did? It’s terrible, he wouldn’t, couldn’t have done it.”

Miss Wilson held up a hand, “Mrs Abbott, please, I have no idea what you are talking about.”

The woman looked over quickly, “Oh, sorry, I forgot. My name now is Charlotte Abbott, but before I got married it was Charlotte Brookes. Tom Brookes is my brother.”



On her return to the State Prison Butcher was surprised to discover that she wasn’t being taken back to Solitary. Once inside the Reception area, within the prison, and with all external doors locked shut. Miss Shaw was able to release Butcher from the restraints. She spent some seconds stretching and twisting to relieve the cramping in muscles and ligaments. Once she had finished she obeyed the Senior Officer’s command to follow her. Instead of going to the Solitary Wing Butcher was taken back to the normal wing; although she said nothing she did look across questioningly. Once back at Butcher’s own cell Miss Shaw explained.

“The rest of your sentence in Solitary has been revoked, Butcher, by order of the Governor. As a show of appreciation at a successful visit. Although you had another eight days to serve it was thought that the talk, and the cessation of attacks on Mason, proved your good intent.”

Butcher nodded, “I see, Mason has been transferred, hasn’t she?”

“She has.”

Butcher shrugged, “Just as well, my good intentions might have gone out the window if I’d seen her. Thanks Miss Shaw.”

The rest of that evening and the next morning were spent by Butcher discovering exactly what had been going on during her twelve days in Solitary. Among other things she discovered that some of the women thought she was no longer in charge. Later that day she confronted one of the worst opponents. It was during the work period, most convicts were working in one of many different work areas. It was still possible though, for the women to congregate and Rees was able to give Butcher a very thorough breakdown of all that had happened during her absence.


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#213:  Author: RachelLocation: West Coast of Scotland PostPosted: Wed Nov 02, 2005 11:38 pm


Oh dear! Is Butcher about to get herself into trouble once again?

Knew Lesley would have had enough of the nice stuff - I swear she is almost as bloodthirsty as me in some respects!

 


#214:  Author: LizBLocation: Oxon, England PostPosted: Thu Nov 03, 2005 12:13 am


Thanks Lesley Very Happy

Glad Butcher will have more opportunities to get out, and have something else to think about other than her life in prison. Hope she successfully re-establishes her authority without causing more problems for herself.

Also hoping Charlotte Abbott is right.

Liz

 


#215:  Author: Miss DiLocation: Newcastle, NSW PostPosted: Thu Nov 03, 2005 12:52 am


That walk on the beach was heartbreaking. Poor Butcher having to go back to gaol after that.

Thanks Lesley

 


#216:  Author: JennieLocation: Cambridgeshire PostPosted: Thu Nov 03, 2005 10:34 am


It's just typical of Geri Shaw to think that Butcher might want to see the sea again.

Wonderful, Lesley.

 


#217:  Author: NellLocation: London, England PostPosted: Thu Nov 03, 2005 10:35 am


Thank you Lesley!

 


#218:  Author: MiaLocation: London PostPosted: Thu Nov 03, 2005 10:38 am


Geri is lovely. I hope Tom is cleared quickly, if he is innocent. I've a horrible feeling who the real culprit might be... Neutral but if I ignore it then it might not happen! Smile

Thanks Lesley

 


#219:  Author: RobinLocation: London PostPosted: Thu Nov 03, 2005 10:41 am


Hope she manages to show them she's still boss in a nice non-confrontational manner!

And that Nell listens to Charlotte - I think he's innocent too!

Thanks Lesley Smile

 


#220:  Author: JosieLocation: London PostPosted: Thu Nov 03, 2005 11:53 am


Well done Miss Shaw. A prefect 'present' for Butcher.

*also think Tom's innocent*

Thanks Lesley

 


#221:  Author: RosieLocation: Huntingdonshire/Bangor PostPosted: Thu Nov 03, 2005 11:55 am


Just caught up from the past few days - thanks Lesley!!

 


#222:  Author: JennieLocation: Cambridgeshire PostPosted: Thu Nov 03, 2005 1:23 pm


I'm sure Tom is innocent. We know that Lesley is the mistress of misdirection, I just want to know who the real culprit is.

Butcher is right, there's a serpent in every Eden.

 


#223:  Author: Kathy_SLocation: midwestern US PostPosted: Thu Nov 03, 2005 3:23 pm


Thanks, Lesley.

*also enjoying the rapport between Butcher & Nell*

(and still worrying about who was/is supplying those drugs)

 


#224:  Author: LesleyLocation: Allhallows, Kent PostPosted: Thu Nov 03, 2005 7:39 pm


“She’s absolutely adamant, Hilda,” Nell Wilson said with some intensity, “She swore that her brother could not possibly have been responsible for supplying drugs. Now I know that she’d say that regardless but…”

“But we have both had strong reservations Nell,” the Head sat back in her chair, looked across at her friend, “The difficulty is, of course, that there is strong evidence to suggest that he was the supplier, not only his locker here at the School, but the many bank and credit accounts.”

“Yes, but his sister has evidence that Tom applied for a loan of a thousand dollars only three weeks ago, to buy a car. Hardly the action of someone that had multiple accounts with more than fifty thousand dollars in them, is it?”

Miss Annersley shook her head, “No, unless he was being exceptionally clever, in an attempt to fool everyone.” She thought for some seconds then continued, “No, that’s just not him, it’s not how I see him. He’s been with us more than a year now, Nell, and his initial introduction showed him as a young innocent. I well remember his expression on discovering my identity, his expression was open, everything showed on his face.”

“Including the fact that he was sure you were going to sack him!” Nell grinned slightly, “It doesn’t make sense, especially because we’ve only had a problem this term.”

“That we are aware, Nell,” the Head said cautiously, “though I’m inclined to agree with you, we started noticing problems very soon after starting this term, I’m sure we’d have noticed had there been a drug problem in previous terms.”

The bell signalling Lunch sounded in the silent Study, both women rose; as they walked across to the Dining Hall Miss Annersley spoke again, “I wonder Nell, could you ask Ian to look into it?”

“Be Tom Brookes’ lawyer, you mean?”

“In a way,” Hilda continued, “Ian has numerous contacts with investigators, they may be able to discover evidence that will prove things one way or another.”

“Good idea, that way we’ll know for certain,” Nell paused, “Ian will need payment,” she said delicately, “I don’t mean for himself, I think he’d do this for us regardless, but for the investigators.”

“No problem, the School can fund him, we need to know for certain that the right man is behind bars.”

“Fine, I’ll phone him before I leave for Mt Hotham this afternoon.”

Miss Annersley looked across at her partner, “Be sure to give my regards to any of the ski instructors still there from our visit last year. Unfortunately I don’t think my ankle is up to skiing just yet.”

“Well I think you are wise, even if you had been back to running this week it’s still far too early for you to be doing strenuous exercise. I’m sure the Staff looking after our Juniors will appreciate having you along!”



In the State Prison the inmates were all supposed to be working; however, in one corner of the workroom where the women worked, producing number plates for the Licensing Authority, no work was being contemplated. Butcher stood with Rees and one or two others of her team, around her a number of the other women.

“Alright, let’s see her then,” Butcher said quickly, “we’ve only got a short time, the diversion in the laundry will only occupy the screws for so long. Francis or one of the others is sure to realise soon enough. You two,” she pointed to two of the women, “get outside, keep watch for any screws, if they appear let us know straight away!” The two nodded and quickly moved to stand just outside the workroom.

Rees signalled to another woman who sauntered over to stand in front of Butcher,

“You wanted to speak to me, Butcher?” The woman was someone Butcher recognised instantly, being one of those who, along with Sullivan and Taylor, had attacked her during the siege, had thrown her from the Education Block. Since the end of the siege she, along with all those that had backed Sullivan, had remained quiet, with their heads down, not wanting to attract attention. Now, however, the woman seemed over-confident, and condescending in her attitude.

“I wanted to speak to you, yes, Wade, I hear you’ve been selling dope?”

Wade shrugged, “So what if I have?”

Butcher’s eyebrow rose, “So what? Firstly, no one sells dope without my say-so, secondly my cut is thirty percent of the profit and thirdly, you’ve cut the drug with rat poison, it’s dangerous.”

“Who gives a damn? It’s only losers, druggies that’ll take…”

“I give a damn.” Butcher interrupted, “You do not put my people at risk, Wade, as of now your operation is stopped. Destroy your stock!”

Ward looked across, a defiant sneer upon her lips, “Or what?” she said derisively, “We all know what you did, Butcher, you gave in, didn’t you? Stopped the attacks on Mason because they were going to send you to Cat A? Well some of us think you’re no longer fit to be in charge, see? Cos no way you’ll risk being sent there again, and any serious assault would be enough. And you’ve even started co-operating with them, doing talks about how bad drugs are, what a hypocrite!”

Butcher’s expression darkened, she looked round at the women there, seeing questions in the faces of many, turned back to Wade, “The reason I stopped the attacks had nothing to do with the threat of Cat A,” she said, “If need be I’d have continued the attack and gone there.”

“Yeah you say that now, but we all know the truth, you’re washed up, Butcher, no way you can enforce your word now.”

Rees turned to Butcher, “You want me to take her?”

Butcher shook her head, “No, this one I’ll do personally.” She stepped forward, the other women making a ring around the two of them. “You think I’ll not attack someone because I’m scared of Cat A? You’re stupider than you look Wade. As far as the screws are concerned I’ve killed four times, I tell them it’s three because Mason did the first. But do you know what the real total is?”

Wade was backing away slightly, still with a sneer on her face, she shook her head.

“It’s five,” Butcher said with a smile, “see, after the screw in 2000, I started getting smart, made sure that any women causing trouble had these little ‘accidents’. Sometimes the accident would just break bones, but occasionally it would go a little bit further.” She paused there and her voice dropped in tone, “Guess who’s going to have an ‘accident’ today?”

 


#225:  Author: SquirrelLocation: St-Andrews or Dunfermline PostPosted: Thu Nov 03, 2005 7:55 pm


Phew - that teaches me to think that Butcher's 'alright really'! I know that she's behind bars for a reason, and she's a little rough at the corners, but she seems quite reasonable apart from that. Now we see the real reason she will never be out of jail...

The scene between Hilda and Nell was also great. Love Nell's parting shot.

Thanks Lesley

 


#226:  Author: francesnLocation: away with the faeries PostPosted: Thu Nov 03, 2005 7:56 pm


if it's nice: do it twice!

Thanks Lesley - saved me having to scroll up to read it a second time.

*wibbling a bit about Butcher and Wade though*

 


#227:  Author: Helen PLocation: Crewe, Cheshire PostPosted: Thu Nov 03, 2005 8:14 pm


Eeeeeek!

I have nothing else coherent to say at present, other than to echo Squirrel's comment that it serves me right to start thinking Butcher was quite nice really... Confused

 


#228:  Author: PatLocation: Doncaster PostPosted: Thu Nov 03, 2005 8:33 pm


Butcher has her own ethical code that she lives by. It only agrees with most others peoples on some points. I still like her though, if only because she will stand up for what she believes in.

 


#229:  Author: Carolyn PLocation: Lancaster, England PostPosted: Thu Nov 03, 2005 8:47 pm


This is a good balance to what has gone previously. It reminds us who Butcher is and what she is capable of.

 


#230:  Author: RachelLocation: West Coast of Scotland PostPosted: Thu Nov 03, 2005 10:07 pm


It's another example of how Butcher cares for the women - she personally doesn't do drugs, but she isn't going to have other people selling bad dope to those inside who she protects.

I do hope Nell remembers to be good while she is away - or careful! Wink

 


#231:  Author: LesleyLocation: Allhallows, Kent PostPosted: Thu Nov 03, 2005 10:20 pm


Wade went rather pale and swallowed slightly, “You’re bluffing,” she said uncertainly.

Butcher shook her head, “I don’t bluff, Wade. You said I was a hypocrite? Telling kids about the dangers of drugs, you’re wrong. If I can stop stupid little kids ending up in here, so be it. But once they are in here, they’ve made their decision.”

“So why object to me selling them stuff?”

“I don’t.” Butcher returned flatly, “I object to you not asking permission, not giving me my percentage and, most importantly, to you cutting the stuff. I’m really disappointed in you Wade.”

She moved closer, Wade looked round, suddenly aware of the danger she was in, “I’ll call for help,” she said quickly, “The screws will be back here soon.”

“Not soon enough.” Came the implacable reply.

Wade looked round again then, suddenly, attacked, running forwards in an attempt to hit Butcher in the face. Butcher side-stepped slightly and kicked sideways, there was the sound of ribs cracking. Wade backed away as Butcher stalked forwards, tried to turn and run, Butcher kicked out again, caught Wade on the knee, Wade sank to the floor. Butcher stepped up so she was directly behind her, placed both hands on Wade’s head.

“Where’s the dope?” she said to Rees, “Bring it in here!”

There was a short pause while some of the women ran to obey, a large package was brought out. The drug, cannabis, was in the form of a solid dark lump, known as resin.

“Now,” Butcher said quietly, “I’m told that, to up your profits, you cut the drug with other substances, to bulk it out.”

“That’s normal practice,” Wade said quickly, she was breathing fast.

“Really?” Butcher’s face was impassive, “Then you eat it. Go on, eat it now!”

Wade tried to shake her head, forgetting that Butcher held her, “I-I-I can’t!”

“Yes you can,” Butcher returned, her hands tightened around the other woman’s neck.

Sobbing Wade reached toward the drug, broke of a tiny amount, put it in her mouth.

“More!” Butcher ordered, “Swallow it down!”

Wade reached for more, choked it down, Butcher looked across at Rees, “What were those figures Rees?”

“Nine woman had got serious symptoms,” Rees replied, “Not due to the weed, due to the other stuff, four of them are in hospital, screws say they’ve taken rat poison.”

“That’s what I thought,” Butcher said, she looked down at Wade, she had eaten perhaps one third of the stash. She lifted her up, “You ever try something like this again Wade and I’ll break your neck, you understand?”

Wade nodded fearfully, Butcher threw her across toward Rees, “Take her out back,” she ordered, “Get her to stick two fingers down her throat. When she’s finished throwing up take her to the Health Department.”

 


#232:  Author: Cath V-PLocation: Newcastle NSW PostPosted: Thu Nov 03, 2005 10:41 pm


Have just read your last five posts Lesley and....wipes sweat off brow! Very Happy

Butcher is so morally ambiguous in one way - but not in another. The thing is, that she knows herself for what she is and can now see how she got there. And she doesn't have problems in pulling her punches.
Was very impressed by the school talk, and the assessment of what drugs can make you do - and loved the Hilda/Nell exchange (s). And thank you for that visit to the beach . . .

 


#233:  Author: SquirrelLocation: St-Andrews or Dunfermline PostPosted: Fri Nov 04, 2005 7:05 am


Phew - rather stunned by that last post. Again here is the Butcher we know better. Callous, sure, in some ways, but only to keep her people safe. Frightening, yes, but only so that she can sort out a silly mook as that one was. Angry, well, sure, but wouldnt you be?

Thanks Lesley, that was very interesting.

 


#234:  Author: RachelLocation: West Coast of Scotland PostPosted: Fri Nov 04, 2005 8:36 am


I'm beginning to be a little concerned over how well Lesley seems to get inside the mind of a criminal!

Excellent as ever!

 


#235:  Author: MaryRLocation: Sale Cheshire PostPosted: Fri Nov 04, 2005 9:12 am


Thank you for the last few posts which I have just caught up with, Lesley. At the moment, however, I do not have the words to say what I feel about Butcher.

 


#236:  Author: RobinLocation: London PostPosted: Fri Nov 04, 2005 10:21 am


Sad to see that she is never really going to change, but I guess this is all she has.

Thanks Lesley

 


#237:  Author: MiaLocation: London PostPosted: Fri Nov 04, 2005 11:14 am


Wow this is really powerful stuff, it's excellent. Thank you Lesley

 


#238:  Author: patmacLocation: Yorkshire England PostPosted: Fri Nov 04, 2005 11:21 am


I can't help thinking the authorities should give her a medal if they've got drugs laced with rat poison in the prison and haven't found them. I'd have thought less of her if she had ignored it or just taken her cut.

I actually find her attitude refreshing. She's very realistic over the issue. Stop it early or it's too late for most people. Sad, but true.

thank you Lesley.

 


#239:  Author: KatarzynaLocation: North West England PostPosted: Fri Nov 04, 2005 12:08 pm


*shudders* Thank you lesley that bought back some rather horrible memories of what exactly rat poison does to the system when ingested. *shudders more*

So, the person arrested has been framed, Nell and Ian are getting on rather well, Butcher is getting her prison back in shape and Robbie's dad is suddenly back on the scene...... humm, so 4 potential story lines, add at least 2 for it is a Lesley drabble.....

*things deeply* I wonder.....

Looking forward to some more please!

 


#240:  Author: LesleyLocation: Allhallows, Kent PostPosted: Fri Nov 04, 2005 5:00 pm


A slight change of tone! Wink

Saturday morning saw a very fretful Robbie…

“But where is Grandma Hilda going?”

“I told you, Robbie, she going with the Juniors to Melbourne Zoo, they are staying there overnight.”

“Me go too?”

“No Robbie, it’s for Juniors only.”

“I’m a Junior,”

“No you’re a Kindergartener,” Cherry stopped, frowned, “is that even a word?” she asked herself, she returned to the task at hand, namely getting her son dressed, Robbie had on underpants, one sock and a tee-shirt, he seemed to think that was sufficient and had run back downstairs to play on his yellow tractor. Cherry sighed slightly, picked up her son’s trousers, second sock, shoes and jumper, and followed him down the stairs. She caught up with him sat on the tractor and manoeuvred herself so that she was blocking the tractor’s escape.

“Put these on first,” she ordered, quickly grabbing a wriggling leg and pulling on a sock. Robbie sat, with barely concealed impatience, while his Mummy finished dressing him.

“Why can’t I go with Grandma Nell, then?”

“Because Grandma Nell is with the Middle and Senior Schools, skiing.”

“I want to go skiing,” Robbie returned quickly, then without even pausing for breath, “What is skiing?”

Cherry considered explaining it was playing in the snow but felt that would make things worse, “It’s something that can only be done by older boys and girls.”

“But I’m nearly four.”

“That’s still not old enough.” Cherry finally succeeded in dressing her son, looked round for a comb, realised she’d left it upstairs and trailed back up to the third bedroom to retrieve it. Hilda had said for Cherry and Robbie to stay over at the cottage for the Half Term weekend, unfortunately the fact that neither she nor Nell would be available for most of the time was causing Robbie, and Cherry, problems.

Returning to the sitting room, comb in hand, Cherry quickly combed her son’s blond hair into some sort of order. Robbie turned to her, “Why are Grandma Hilda and Grandma Nell away, Mummy? Don’t they love us no more?”

Cherry caught up her son in a big hug, ruining her earlier work with the comb, “Of course they do, silly, it’s just that they have to do their jobs too.”

“What jobs?” Robbie looked as if he had been contemplating crying, but having a cuddle with Mummy was better than that.

“Grandma Hilda is Headmistress and Grandma Nell is Deputy Head of the entire School. They tell everyone else what to do and they look after everyone else.”

“What everyone?” Robbie’s eyes were wide, “Even the Nursery, even Miss Phipps?”

“Even Mrs Phillips,” Cherry nodded, “and this weekend, although it’s a holiday, many of the girls have stayed at the School, so Grandma Hilda and Grandma Nell have to look after them.”

Robbie thought about that then, “Can Grandma Hilda tell everyone else what to do?”

Cherry nodded, “Yes she can.”

“Can Grandma Nell tell everyone else what to do?”

“Yes she can, except Grandma Hilda,” Cherry paused, then added, “sometimes.”

“Oh,” there was a long pause then, “What we doing today Mummy?”

Cherry smiled, “Well Alison, Louise and Carol will be here soon, we’re going to the Aquarium. We’ll be able to see lots of fish and jellyfish and sharks.”

Robbie’s eyes grew wide, “Big sharks? Will they eat us up?”

“I hope not Robbie.”

“But I want them to eat us up.”

 


#241:  Author: KatarzynaLocation: North West England PostPosted: Fri Nov 04, 2005 5:10 pm


Thank you lesley Smile Nice cheerful Robbie/Cherry post - they are lovely.

Happy thoughts to start off my weekend, just don't send it down too many cliffs over the weekend!

 


#242:  Author: MiaLocation: London PostPosted: Fri Nov 04, 2005 5:14 pm


Robbie's so cute, I love him. Very Happy

Thanks Lesley

 


#243:  Author: Carolyn PLocation: Lancaster, England PostPosted: Fri Nov 04, 2005 5:14 pm


Yes, Hilda can boss me around, I would never dare argue with her, well not a lot anyway!

Love the description of getting dressed, cherry is doing well if he put on underwear and a T shirt, my son still occasionaly decides that just socks is enough! The idea of wanting to be eaten by the sharks is great, and so childlike.

 


#244:  Author: RachelLocation: West Coast of Scotland PostPosted: Fri Nov 04, 2005 5:30 pm


Has Cherry actually told Hilda and Nell about Robbie's dad being around, and if Robbie's dad is around, why haven't we heard more about that?

I also love the fact that Cherry had to qualify her statement to Robbie re. whom Nell can boss around Wink

Come on Lesley, post the next bit!

 


#245:  Author: francesnLocation: away with the faeries PostPosted: Fri Nov 04, 2005 8:47 pm


Quote:
“I want to go skiing,” Robbie returned quickly, then without even pausing for breath, “What is skiing?”


Bless him!

Thanks Lesley

 


#246:  Author: Cath V-PLocation: Newcastle NSW PostPosted: Fri Nov 04, 2005 10:47 pm


This was lovely! Cherry's careful explanation of RCS hierarchy brought a broad grin to my face! Very Happy

 


#247:  Author: SquirrelLocation: St-Andrews or Dunfermline PostPosted: Sat Nov 05, 2005 9:06 am


lol also loved the last words of Robbie - the most exciting bit of the visit would be being eaten by a big shark!

That was brilliant, thank you Lesley

 


#248:  Author: YvetteLocation: Brisbane, Australia PostPosted: Sat Nov 05, 2005 10:05 am


I'm pleased in a weird sort of way that I can only catch this up on weekends - too much going on to worry about otherwise!

Great as always Lesley! Very Happy

 


#249:  Author: MaryRLocation: Sale Cheshire PostPosted: Sat Nov 05, 2005 12:29 pm


Why the bit of light relief, Lesley? Are you setting us up for a fall? Shocked

Thank you.

 


#250:  Author: LesleyLocation: Allhallows, Kent PostPosted: Sat Nov 05, 2005 6:13 pm


It was only a short time later that Alison and the others appeared; Louise was driving, the Landrover 4x4 her present to herself on passing her test, the back seat also had a car seat for Robbie. The girls all piled into the jeep, Alison and Carol sitting either side of Robbie in his chair, helping him to colour a picture of a dinosaur that Alison had downloaded from the Net. Cherry sat in the front, next to Louise. Once at the Aquarium they quickly got out to look around. The Aquarium was on three levels, a Ground floor and first floor and a lower floor where it was possible to go diving with the sharks. Cherry prudently didn’t let Robbie know about that part! Instead they managed to be there at a time to see the sharks being fed, as well as watching for a number of the more exotic species. Robbie had a large booklet with pictures of all the different species in the tanks and they spent some time searching for all of them to enable him to cross them off on his list. Once he had managed to do so he was eligible for a prize, his choice of a cuddly shark, rather than a dolphin or seal, seemed to surprise the woman in the shop. It didn’t surprise any of the girls!

A nearby restaurant provided lunch for everyone, and afterwards the five returned to the Aquarium to finish looking round. It was after four when they finally left; Robbie clutching his cuddly shark, a tea-shirt with penguins on it, a baseball cap with shark feeder on the rim and a video The Shark’s Tale - a sequel to Finding Nemo. Cherry had promised that they could all watch the video that evening. The girls were all similarly laden having spent far more than was wise in the gift shop. Including some sweets for later as well as presents for both Hilda and Nell. As they reached the Landrover, however, there was a surprise. Cherry was busy relieving Robbie of all his goodies so he could be strapped into his car seat when there was a voice behind her.

“Hello Cherry.”

Cherry spun round, her face going pale, she saw the tall, pale, blond man she had last seen at the hospital. “Josh? What are you doing here?”

Josh Arnold shrugged, “What else? I came to see our son,” he said quietly, “and you.”

Cherry’s eyes darkened, “I told you, I wasn’t interested.”

“I know, I just wanted to see our son, I wanted to see Robbie.” Josh leant forward, looked into the car, “Hello Robbie, I’m your Daddy,”

Robbie looked across at the strange man, “I not got a Daddy,” he said clearly, “I got Mummy and Grandmas and Aunties. Louise and Alison and Carol my Aunties, and I got lots of others.”

Josh looked over at Cherry, his pale face even paler at the rebuff, “I see you’ve taught him well, let your hate infect him.”

“I didn’t teach him that, Josh, he worked it out for himself,” Cherry replied, “why shouldn’t he? He’s never seen you before. He’s four next month, Josh, and this is the first time he’s ever seen you.”

Louise walked round from the other side of the car, “Cherry, do you need a little time with this man?”

Cherry looked across, “Yeah, if it’s OK?” she said distractedly.

Alison nodded, she reached in and unstrapped the little boy from the seat, “Come on Robbie, let’s go find some ice cream.”

“Oh yes please,” Robbie beamed, “Chocolate flavour please!” He dived out of the chair and was immediately picked up by Alison. “Mummy come too?”

Cherry looked over, “I be there soon,” she said, “You save me some,”

“Yes Mummy,” Robbie said quickly, “Bye Mr Man!”

Cherry and Josh waited until the three girls and Robbie had left, “You trust him with three girls that are no relation, but not with me?” Josh said somewhat bitterly.

Cherry swung round, “Of course I do, they are our family, you’re not. Four and a half years Josh, I heard absolutely nothing from you. Your family treated me like dirt, told me never to contact them or you again. And I didn’t have any help from them. Do you know what happened to me, Josh?”

“I told you, I was young, the family pressures on me were so great…”

“Well then go back to them Josh, because I don’t want you here.”

“I’m his father, Cherry!”

“You contributed one cell, Josh, you gave your DNA, that doesn’t make you a father.” Cherry was angry now, “You forfeited the right. I didn’t even put you onto the birth certificate. You’ve got no hold over me or him, you can’t even go to court about it because I’ve never claimed a penny from you, nor want to.”

“I’m sorry Cherry, sorry about what happened four and a half years ago,” Josh Arnold’s face was intense, “I’m sorry for how I treated you, how my family treated you, and I’m so sorry I haven’t seen my little boy until now.”

“He’s not your little boy, Josh, he doesn’t know you and he’s happy with things the way they are. I’m not about to confuse him. Not about to suddenly introduce an unknown and strange man as his Dad. And there’s nothing you can say that’ll change my mind.”

Josh swallowed, then spoke quietly, “Not even if I say that I’m dying, Cherry?”

 


#251:  Author: patmacLocation: Yorkshire England PostPosted: Sat Nov 05, 2005 7:15 pm


Eeep Shocked

Has he followed them there?

Get medical proof, Cherry!

 


#252:  Author: Kathy_SLocation: midwestern US PostPosted: Sat Nov 05, 2005 8:21 pm


Gracious! I know I was expecting them to meet sharks (human variety) at the aquarium, but not this twist. Assuming it's not an evil lie.

And, in a catching up sort of way, I still haven't said anything about Butcher living up to her principles. Her actions were rather startling Shocked from my own perspective, but she's such a strong character, all of a piece, and with her own sort of integrity. Still, I'm glad Hilda's on her case ...

 


#253:  Author: JennieLocation: Cambridgeshire PostPosted: Sat Nov 05, 2005 8:25 pm


Call me cynical if you like, but why don't I believe Josh?

 


#254:  Author: Helen PLocation: Crewe, Cheshire PostPosted: Sat Nov 05, 2005 9:16 pm


I'm not sure I believe him either... Confused

Thank you Lesley. I loved the post with Cherry and Robbie! Smile

 


#255:  Author: francesnLocation: away with the faeries PostPosted: Sat Nov 05, 2005 9:42 pm


Oh dear - as if things weren't complicated enough. And just when Cherry had found some stability in her life.

Thanks Lesley

 


#256:  Author: MaryRLocation: Sale Cheshire PostPosted: Sat Nov 05, 2005 9:47 pm


You do love to toy with your readers' emotions, Lesley, you fiend! Shocked

Shall await events with all the calm I can muster - which isn't much! Laughing

 


#257:  Author: Cath V-PLocation: Newcastle NSW PostPosted: Sun Nov 06, 2005 1:43 am


Now that's interesting!!! Don't know if I believe him or not - and his family sound dreadful.

 


#258:  Author: LesleyLocation: Allhallows, Kent PostPosted: Sun Nov 06, 2005 2:14 pm


Back at the cottage, later that evening, Cherry related to the others what Josh had told her,

“Was he telling the truth, Cherry?” This from Alison,

“I don’t know,” Cherry said with some confusion, “He doesn’t look well, he’s very pale and considering he’s been living in Cairns that’s unlikely. He’s also quite thin and seems breathless at times. He says his hair fell out when he had chemotherapy but it’s grown back now.”

“And they can't do anything further?”

“No, the cancer was too advanced. He’s got maybe six months.” Cherry walked over to stare out of the patio doors, “He said he regretted earlier decisions, wanted his son to know him before…” she stopped.

Louise walked over and put her arm around Cherry’s shoulders, “How do you feel about it?” she asked softly.

Cherry remained silent for a time, “I don’t know,” she said eventually. “If he were just returning I’d tell him to get lost, I want nothing to do with him. But how can I deprive Robbie of ever seeing his father?”

Carol had just returned to the living room, she had been putting Robbie to bed, “He didn’t seem too deprived just seconds ago, Cherry,” she said, “Robbie’s a lovely kid, he doesn’t miss something he’s never had.”

Cherry shook her head, “I don’t know,” she said worriedly, “I grew up without a Dad, do I really want to let Robbie do the same? What about him having a good male image to look up to?”

The other three exchanged concerned looks, Alison spoke first, “Is this Josh a good image though? And even if he is, if he’s going to die in six months, is that fair to Robbie?”

“I don’t know.” Cherry’s expression grew even more troubled.

Louise spoke, “Look Cherry, you’re not sure about this man, not sure about whether he can be trusted or anything, right?”

Cherry nodded.

“But you do know people you can trust, don’t you? Hilda and Nell can find out for you, give advice. And you know you can trust them.”

“Of course I can,” Cherry said quickly, “You think I should tell them?”

All three of the others nodded, “Yes Cherry,” Alison replied for all of them, “Tell them and ask their advice.”



The weekend at the State Prison was a quiet affair, the women all settling back into their accustomed roles, the incident with Mason fading into nothing more than legend. Miss Shaw had been off the weekend and returned to receive hand over early Monday morning. It was with some relief that she heard from her staff that everything was quiet once more. She walked across to the wings long before the bell had rung waking the inmates. After a quick consultation with the staff on duty in a certain area she walked over to one particular cell and unlocked it. Inside the cell was still in darkness, one of the narrow cots unoccupied while in the other a figure could be seen.

“Butcher? Are you awake?”

The reply didn’t come from the occupied cot, instead it came from barely a few feet from where the Senior Officer was standing,

“Dammit Shaw warn me another time, would you? Things could have got unhealthy there!”

At that moment the sound of a bell rang through the prison and the overhead lights flickered on, Miss Shaw turned her head to her left, Butcher was standing there poised to attack, she held a kettle in one hand above her head. Shaw looked at the kettle somewhat pointedly, Butcher smiled,

“Want a drink?” she asked.

“Thank you, no,” Shaw replied, “Just a quick word.”

Butcher replaced the kettle on the side and sat on her cot, Shaw saw that the bed clothes had been bunched up to give the impression that the cot was occupied,

“About?” the inmate asked.

“An observation, Butcher,” Miss Shaw said quietly, walking across and sitting on the cot opposite the convict, “Today I discovered that there are now five women in the Health Department, all of whom have been diagnosed as having ingested rat poison.”

“Is that a fact?” Butcher showed no concern.

“It had been thought that the reason for the women being there was due to them obtaining drugs that had been laced with the poison, four of the women being well known drug addicts.”

Butcher nodded, “Yeah, that seems sensible,” she conceded.

Miss Shaw sighed, “However, I was somewhat surprised at the identity of the fifth woman. Wade is a dealer, not a user.”

Butcher stared into the prison officer’s eyes, “Perhaps she decided to just try it out?” she suggested.

“Perhaps,” Miss Shaw said, she rose from the cot, walked across to the door, on reaching it she turned, “I do hope that will be the last such problem, Butcher?”

“So do I, Miss Shaw, so do I.”

Miss Shaw nodded, “Just so we understand each other.”

“Loud and clear, Miss Shaw.”

 


#259:  Author: JennieLocation: Cambridgeshire PostPosted: Sun Nov 06, 2005 2:17 pm


Lesley, I do love the scenes between Butcher and Miss Shaw.

And I'm glad that Cherry is asking for advice before she makes any rash decisions.

 


#260:  Author: MiaLocation: London PostPosted: Sun Nov 06, 2005 3:11 pm


Well, regardless of anything, Josh shouldn't have told Robbie in that way! He should have left it to Cherry to tell him. I do feel sympathetic towards him though, his family sounds horrendous.

Thanks Lesley

 


#261:  Author: francesnLocation: away with the faeries PostPosted: Sun Nov 06, 2005 8:35 pm


I think Cherry should definitely ask advice - even if my gut instinct is to tell the slug where to go. Besides...if Nell and Ian get it on the Robbie's got a (grand)father figure.

And Miss Shaw is just fantastic - she knows exactly how far to go when dealing with Butcher.

Thanks Lesley

 


#262:  Author: Cath V-PLocation: Newcastle NSW PostPosted: Sun Nov 06, 2005 11:08 pm


Yes, definitely tell Hilda and Nell - they are your family Cherry! And if there is something amiss about all this, they will know exactly what to do.

 


#263:  Author: LesleyLocation: Allhallows, Kent PostPosted: Sun Nov 06, 2005 11:44 pm


The rest of Half Term Weekend went well; the Juniors thoroughly enjoyed themselves at Melbourne Zoo though the Junior Mistresses were all pleased to have additional help along. The girls of six to ten became exceptionally excited at the thought of camping out overnight, only the presence of the Head stopped many of them from misbehaving and having to be sent home. Miss Annersley had returned late Sunday night and had been able to listen when Cherry spoke of the reappearance of Robbie’s father. She was able to reassure Cherry that she wasn’t being unreasonable, she too felt suspicious as to Josh Arnold’s motives. When he had left her in the Aquarium car park the man had pressed into Cherry’s hand a card with his address and telephone number. Hilda decided that she wanted to speak to Mr Arnold.

Monday afternoon saw the return of the Middle and Senior Schools from their short skiing holiday. There had been no mishaps or problems during the four days and Miss Wilson was able to report to the Head that she had managed to get through the entire weekend without losing any of them! The Half Term holiday continued into the Tuesday, as promised by Miss Annersley when, two weeks before, the girls had to remain at the School for the weekend. Although no further expeditions had been arranged the School was able to spend the day on the beach - although not warm enough for swimming or surfing, there were any number of beach games arranged and the little ones could go paddling in the rock pools.

Tuesday evening, therefore, saw the entire School sit down for Supper. Miss Annersley, sat at the head of the Staff Table, looked round the large Dining Hall. She noted that the sixteen girls who had been suspended for two weeks were all back; she had managed to speak to many of them on their arrival, and intended to see the rest first thing in the morning. Among other things she wanted to ensure they were all aware that their punishment was over. They were to attend the talk when Butcher next visited but that was solely because they hadn’t been available on her first visit.

The Head looked along the Staff Table, most of the Staff were back, she knew of one or two who were not expected back until later that evening, but mainly they were all…she stopped, Rosalind Moore? Where was she?

 


#264:  Author: Cath V-PLocation: Newcastle NSW PostPosted: Mon Nov 07, 2005 8:19 am


Where indeed?! Isn't that baby due in the reasonably near future?

(Repeats feverishly: I will not wibble, I will not wibble, I will not wibble....)

 


#265:  Author: MaryRLocation: Sale Cheshire PostPosted: Mon Nov 07, 2005 8:35 am


Oh dear, yet another cliff..... Crying or Very sad

How many do we get before they are resolved, Lesley?

Like Hilda, I too am very suspicious of that man's motives.

Glad Nell managed not to lose anyone at half term. Laughing

Shall await events with some trepidation this time!

 


#266:  Author: RobinLocation: London PostPosted: Mon Nov 07, 2005 10:03 am


another suspicious one here...
Lots of great updates though, thanks Lesley Smile

 


#267:  Author: JosieLocation: London PostPosted: Mon Nov 07, 2005 11:53 am


Thanks lesley. Hope Rosalind's alright!

 


#268:  Author: JennieLocation: Cambridgeshire PostPosted: Mon Nov 07, 2005 12:15 pm


Joins the wibblers, though I know Lesley does this deliberately.

 


#269:  Author: patmacLocation: Yorkshire England PostPosted: Mon Nov 07, 2005 1:29 pm


This is cruelty to dumb CBBers! My tiny brain can't cope any more.

I've a nasty feeling that there were at least a couple of other issues unresolved right at the beginning of 'Modern World' which I've now forgotten!

Thank you Lesley! Rolling Eyes

 


#270:  Author: KatLocation: Swansea PostPosted: Mon Nov 07, 2005 2:47 pm


*wails* Lesley! What have you done with Rosalind?!

Loved all the updates since I last read this - thank you!

 


#271:  Author: VikkiLocation: Sitting on an iceberg, freezing to death!!! PostPosted: Mon Nov 07, 2005 4:29 pm


Fantastic posts Lesley. Thank you hunny!

 


#272:  Author: LesleyLocation: Allhallows, Kent PostPosted: Mon Nov 07, 2005 9:07 pm


Miss Annersley leant across to speak to Miss Derwent, “Ruth, has Rosalind arrived back yet?”

Ruth Derwent looked over, “No, not yet,” she said, a worried expression on her face, “to tell you the truth I was a little concerned. I’ve tried her mobile but not got a reply.”

“What about contacting Geoff,” Nell Wilson put in, “they were together in Brisbane weren’t they?”

Ruth nodded, “Yes, Rosalind had the entire weekend off so they stayed in Brisbane. Looking on it almost as a second honeymoon as Kelly was going skiing with the rest of the Seniors. I tried ringing the number they gave me but there was no reply.”

“Well Kelly seems fine, she’s obviously not concerned,” Miss Annersley could see the girl sat at one of the tables for the Lower Fifth, she was next to Evvy Van Alden and the pair were laughing about something. The Head looked back at the worried face of her Senior Mistress, “I think, after supper, we’ll make some more stringent enquiries.”

Later, back in the Head’s Study, Miss Annersley made some phone calls, her first being to the help desk to enquire about the flight from Brisbane, after explaining her concerns a reply was made, Miss Annersley listened intently, aware that both Nell Wilson and Ruth Derwent were watching closely,

“So she did make the flight then? Yes, it would have been a joint booking, with a Colonel Stevens. And the flight touched down at Melbourne Airport three hours ago? I see. Well thank you for your help. You have my number should any further information be discovered.”

The Head replaced the receiver, “She and Geoff checked in, were on the flight. It touched down just after four pm.”

“Then where on Earth is she?” Ruth burst out, “she should have been back by five-thirty, maybe six, that’s plenty of time.”

The telephone rang, Miss Annersley answered it, “Yes, this is Hilda Annersley,”

“Oh, Miss Annersley, this is the Qantas help desk.”

“Oh yes, have you some information?”

“Yes ma’am, we had Ms Moore down as Mrs Stevens, slight mix up. When the plane touched down at Melbourne an ambulance had to be called to take a couple to hospital. It was Ms Moore and Colonel Stevens.”

The Head replaced the receiver once more, related to the other two women all that had been said, Nell and Ruth looked at each other,

“Hilda, if they were taken to hospital some three hours ago there’s something seriously wrong. We need to do something.”

“Agreed Nell,” Miss Annersley reached for the telephone once again but before she could lift it from its base the phone rang again, “Hilda Annersley, Headmistress,”

“Oh Hilda, thank goodness, I kept getting engaged.” The male voice was immediately recognised.

“Geoff? We had just started to worry,” the Head flicked the phone to speaker, to allow the other two women to hear.

“Sorry, but we’ve had some bad news. Ros is in hospital at present, is there any chance you could arrange for Kelly to be brought here?”

“Of course, Geoff, but,” Hilda paused slightly, “can you tell me?”

Geoff Stevens’ voice was very gruff, he sounded close to tears, They think Ros is losing the baby,” he said.

 


#273:  Author: PatLocation: Doncaster PostPosted: Mon Nov 07, 2005 9:18 pm


Has anyone told you how wicked you are Lesley? Rolling Eyes Wink

 


#274:  Author: patmacLocation: Yorkshire England PostPosted: Mon Nov 07, 2005 9:32 pm


Lesley! don't do this to Rosalind and Geoff - not to mention Kelly!

*recites feverishly "They can do marvelous things nowadays. They can do marvelous things nowadays. They can do marvelous things nowadays. They can do marvelous things nowadays." *

 


#275:  Author: Carolyn PLocation: Lancaster, England PostPosted: Mon Nov 07, 2005 9:36 pm


Do you keep track of the number of cliffs you leave people dangling off Lesley? Rolling Eyes

 


#276:  Author: GemLocation: Saltash/Aberystwyth PostPosted: Mon Nov 07, 2005 9:38 pm


Oh no... poor Ros. Hope she's okay!!

Thank you, Lesley Very Happy

 


#277:  Author: LyanneLocation: Ipswich, England PostPosted: Mon Nov 07, 2005 10:15 pm


If Josh really is dying and cares about Robbie's wellfare, he should make financial provisions for him; leave Cherry a detailed family tree with medical details for use when needed; how to contact Josh's family in case Robbie wants to contact them when he's older; some nice photos of Josh growing up and a video message for Robbie when he's older. And then go and leave them. How does he think Cherry can explain "This is your daddy, he hasn't been around for 4 and a half years and just when you've got used to him and maybe attached to him, he's going away permanently."

My cat says she thinks he's after bone marrow.

I say, I wish I could tell my 10 year old, "Your biological father hasn't seen you or had any communication with us for 6 years because he's dead." That sounds really nasty, but at 10, my son's worked out that his dad just isn't bothered about him.

How far along is Ros?

 


#278:  Author: Cath V-PLocation: Newcastle NSW PostPosted: Mon Nov 07, 2005 11:11 pm


Oh no! Lesley! Shocked

And agree with all of your comments Lyanne...hadn't thought about the bone marrow, gosh, your cat's got a sneaky mind (show me one that hasn't!)

And a big hug for you and your son.

 


#279:  Author: RobinLocation: London PostPosted: Tue Nov 08, 2005 10:49 am


gosh, hope Ros is ok. Am very impressed by the helpfulness of Qantas - obviously nothing like BA!

thanks Lesley

 


#280:  Author: MiaLocation: London PostPosted: Tue Nov 08, 2005 10:55 am


Thanks Lesley, but oooh please resolve some of these cliffs soon! I am a nervy person prone to excessive wibbling anyway and cannot cope! Very Happy

I too am now thinking about the bone marrow. I hope Josh is genuine and that Ros is OK

 


#281:  Author: MaryRLocation: Sale Cheshire PostPosted: Tue Nov 08, 2005 12:20 pm


Poor Ros and family Crying or Very sad

You do these things at the drop of a hat, Lesley - and then watch gleefully as everyone *wibbles* - but you might just find the lynch mob out after you if anything happens to this baby! Shocked

 


#282:  Author: VikkiLocation: Sitting on an iceberg, freezing to death!!! PostPosted: Tue Nov 08, 2005 12:44 pm


Lesley, that was just MEAN! !!!

*sobs*

 


#283:  Author: KatLocation: Swansea PostPosted: Tue Nov 08, 2005 5:52 pm


Sad I hope Ros is ok, I really want her, Geoff and Kelly to be a happy family together with the new babe....

 


#284:  Author: LianeLocation: Manchester PostPosted: Tue Nov 08, 2005 7:16 pm


Please let the baby (and Ros) be OK. *crosses fingers*

 


#285:  Author: francesnLocation: away with the faeries PostPosted: Tue Nov 08, 2005 10:13 pm


*wibbles*

Lesley that was just cruel...

And Lyanne -your cat has a very very sneaky mind. I wouldn' t have thought of that. Looking forward to Hilda's conversation with him.....that's Josh - not your cat.

 


#286:  Author: NellLocation: London, England PostPosted: Wed Nov 09, 2005 9:40 am


Lesley! Hope Ros and baby are ok...

 


#287:  Author: LesleyLocation: Allhallows, Kent PostPosted: Wed Nov 09, 2005 9:46 pm


Within a very short space of time things were quickly organised and, less than fifteen minutes after Geoff Stevens had called with the news, the Head was driving to the hospital. In the back sat Ruth Derwent and Kelly Stevens. Kelly had managed to speak with her father very quickly and was now talking to the Senior Mistress,

“Dad said that Ros had been unwell, then, on the flight from Brisbane, she started getting worse. At the hospital they did loads of scans and things, found that there was a problem with the baby. The doctors don’t think it’ll survive to the end of the pregnancy.”

The rest of the journey was made in silence, on reaching the hospital, situated close to the Airport, they quickly went in and were directed to the Obstetrics Department. Geoff Stevens was waiting at the entrance to the ward, Kelly ran into his arms.

“Ros has been asking after you, Kelly, come on in,” he nodded to the two women, including them in the invitation.

Rosalind Moore was in a private room off to one side. She lay in the bed surrounded by machinery, looking rather pale and tired. Her face lit up, however, on seeing Kelly.

“Come here, Kelly,” she said quickly, holding her arms out, Kelly moved across to hug her step-mother, stopped suddenly, with a worried expression on her face,

“I won’t…” she stopped,

Ros shook her head, “No, you’ll not harm anything,” she said sadly, “the damage inside has already occurred.”

Both Ruth and Hilda moved across to greet Ros, they all sat down. It was Hilda who broached the subject, “I’ll understand if you don’t want to talk about it, Rosalind,” she began, “but can you tell us any more?”

Ros smiled rather sadly, “I’d not been well over the weekend, got worse on the flight back, severe stomach pains. I thought it was due to an infection I’d picked up, but we both wanted to check, make sure the baby was alright. They did an ultrasound scan, had the expert have a look at the results straight away. They found something.” She stopped and her eyes filled with tears.

Geoff reached across, held her hand, while on her other side Kelly hugged her again. Geoff continued,

“They noticed that there seemed to be too much fluid around the baby’s heart, so much that the heart was starting to be pushed across to one side.” Geoff stopped for a moment, swallowed sharply, then continued, “They explained that one of the valves in the heart is faulty, so the heart’s not working properly. They estimated that, within four to six weeks, the build up of fluid will be enough to stop the heart. The baby, our son, won’t live long enough to be born.”

Ruth Derwent had tears in her eyes, “Is there nothing they can do?”

“They’re making enquiries,” Ros said, her voice flat, emotionless, “But so far they don’t think so.”

Kelly had been listening quietly, she now reached forward with one hand, laid it softly on Ros’ abdomen, the pregnancy showed up only as a small compact bump. Kelly looked over at her father,

“My little brother,” she said, then burst into tears, Rosalind gathered her in her arms.

 


#288:  Author: SquirrelLocation: St-Andrews or Dunfermline PostPosted: Wed Nov 09, 2005 9:50 pm


awwwww *hugs them all* how horrible. Such joy to be dealt such a crushing blow. *chants* 'there must be a chance, there must be a chance, there must be a chance'. Thanks Lesley

 


#289:  Author: VikkiLocation: Sitting on an iceberg, freezing to death!!! PostPosted: Wed Nov 09, 2005 9:52 pm


But-but-but they can operate on babies in the womb now can't they? SURELY they can save Ros and Geoff's baby?

 


#290:  Author: Carolyn PLocation: Lancaster, England PostPosted: Wed Nov 09, 2005 9:53 pm


Can they not draw the fluid off someway?

Please.


Crying or Very sad Crying or Very sad

 


#291:  Author: Cath V-PLocation: Newcastle NSW PostPosted: Wed Nov 09, 2005 9:57 pm


Oh, how sad.... Crying or Very sad

 


#292:  Author: MaryRLocation: Sale Cheshire PostPosted: Wed Nov 09, 2005 9:58 pm


Poor little family, so lookig forward to this birth.... Crying or Very sad

One can't possibly say *thank you*, Lesley. Crying or Very sad Crying or Very sad

 


#293:  Author: SugarplumLocation: second star to the right! PostPosted: Wed Nov 09, 2005 10:08 pm


Lesley ...... don't do this!

 


#294:  Author: JackieJLocation: Kingston upon Hull PostPosted: Wed Nov 09, 2005 10:17 pm


Crying or Very sad Lesley... how can you do this... Kelly's reaction just set me off...

Please... more... make it better...?

JackieJ

 


#295: Modern World Author: Tara PostPosted: Wed Nov 09, 2005 11:17 pm


Don't know what to say. Poor, poor everyone.

Lesley you're the medic, produce a miracle, please.

 


#296:  Author: RobinLocation: London PostPosted: Thu Nov 10, 2005 11:00 am


waaaa
Really hope they can do something.

Crying or Very sad

 


#297:  Author: MiaLocation: London PostPosted: Thu Nov 10, 2005 11:02 am


That's so sad... Please do something Lesley. Crying or Very sad

 


#298:  Author: JennieLocation: Cambridgeshire PostPosted: Thu Nov 10, 2005 11:08 am


Lesley, this is heartbreaking, do something.

 


#299:  Author: francesnLocation: away with the faeries PostPosted: Thu Nov 10, 2005 2:32 pm


Crying or Very sad

Make it better, Lesley. Please.

 


#300:  Author: JosieLocation: London PostPosted: Thu Nov 10, 2005 5:27 pm


Oh how sad! Sad Poor Ros, Geoff and Kelly!

Thanks Lesley (I think!)

 




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