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Consequences -Part 2. (Update 21/09/07 pg 24)
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Author:  Lesley [ Tue Jul 10, 2007 9:40 pm ]
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Only a little update today - not long in and tired.

Everyone frowned, Jack Maynard was the first to speak, “England? But who do you know in…”

“It’s Dick, isn’t it?” Madge Russell’s voice was very quiet and she spoke with absolute assurance, “It has to be, that’s the only thing that could explain everything.”

Jem nodded, bit his lip, “Madge, Joey,” he looked from one to the other, “The call I had on my mobile, it was Rix, he’d left a message as I’d obviously had the phone switched off while in here. He said that his father suffered a massive heart attack yesterday afternoon, a little after one in the afternoon. Resuscitation was attempted but was unsuccessful.”

“Just after one in the afternoon?” Nell looked up alertly, “that would be just after eleven at night, our time…”

“The exact time that I felt that terrible pain,” Madge put in softly, “that explains it, the reason I’ve no signs of heart disease, I was mirroring Dick’s,” she looked over at Jem and her dark eyes suddenly filled with tears, “Oh Jem…”

Jem moved across swiftly, sat on the hospital bed and gathered his wife into his arms, saw that Jack was doing the same to a quietly weeping Joey.
Author:  Pat [ Tue Jul 10, 2007 9:43 pm ]
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Thanks Lesley. Now get some sleep!
Author:  Lesley [ Tue Jul 10, 2007 9:46 pm ]
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Pat wrote:
Thanks Lesley. Now get some sleep!


Yes Mum. :wink:
Author:  Pat [ Tue Jul 10, 2007 9:51 pm ]
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:P
Author:  Rosalin [ Tue Jul 10, 2007 10:20 pm ]
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Poor Madge (and Dick) :cry:

Thanks Lesley.
Author:  Cath V-P [ Tue Jul 10, 2007 10:43 pm ]
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Oh no....oh dear.... :cry:

Sleep well Lesley!
Author:  Tan [ Tue Jul 10, 2007 10:55 pm ]
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:cry: for Dick and his family.
Author:  Josie [ Tue Jul 10, 2007 11:40 pm ]
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*checks calendar in shock* Good Grief! How long have I been away? Not only has a new RCS appeared, but it's been archived already!! :shock:

Lesley - any chance you could email me the first bit as I am far too lazy to trawl through the archives to find it :oops: and it's not in the drabbleorum yet. Have PM'd you my email address. Thanks, hon. Will comment properly when I've read it as the last part obviously makes no sense to me in the context of the whole thing!! Is very sad though. Poor Madge :cry:

ETA: Ah - just seen the old thread - hence why I couldn't find it in the drabbleorum! Please can you email me anyway, so that I can read sans yibble? ta x
Author:  Sugar [ Wed Jul 11, 2007 12:07 am ]
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Awww poor Dick

Thanks Lesley
Author:  Carolyn P [ Wed Jul 11, 2007 7:48 am ]
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It had to happen at some point didn't it. Poor Madge and Joey, and the rest of the family.
Author:  Identity Hunt [ Wed Jul 11, 2007 10:25 am ]
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Oh no ! :cry:

But I am glad Madge is not really at death`s door herself............
Author:  Jennie [ Wed Jul 11, 2007 2:13 pm ]
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I'm not going to say 'I told you so'.
Author:  MaryR [ Wed Jul 11, 2007 2:44 pm ]
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Presumably means Madge will be okay. Yes? :?: Apart from grief, of course.

Thanks, Lesley
Author:  Liane [ Wed Jul 11, 2007 6:20 pm ]
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Poor..well all of them really!
Thanks Lesley
Author:  Lesley [ Wed Jul 11, 2007 8:57 pm ]
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Within a comparatively short space of time Madge had recovered enough to seek out Daisy Venables and demand her release from Intensive Care. The Medical Director was, predictably, shocked to hear the news of Dick Bettany’s death and intrigued that this could be a possible solution to the enigma surrounding Madge’s symptoms. While she was, therefore, willing to release Madge on those grounds; it proved somewhat more difficult to persuade the Cardiologist Consultant. Eventually Daisy and Madge invoked their twin authorities of Medical Director of the hospital and Managing Director of the parent company before he, reluctantly, agreed that not only could Madge be released from ITU, but that she was fit enough to fly. It should be emphasised at this point that the Cardiologist wasn’t concerned about Madge’s health; he just wanted longer to study her!

Once free from the hospital the group all travelled back to Hilda and Nell’s cottage, as it was closer than either the Russell or Maynard homes. Once there Madge and Joey were able, through their grief, to make plans.

“Well of course we’re both coming with you, woman,” Jem’s voice was showing his frustration in the face of his wife’s stubbornness, “you think we’d let you go to England to face this on your own?”

“But Jem, someone has to remain behind to ensure that RCS Industries runs properly,” Madge protested.

“And Jack, you can’t interrupt your re-training,” put in Joey.

“Of course I can,” Jack said dismissively, “Daisy will understand and, if she doesn’t, then I’ll have to start again – this is more important.”

“And Madge if you haven’t got in place people you can trust to see things are running well,” Jem responded, “then you are not the businesswoman I thought you were.”

“Well, I…” Madge got no further before Jem interrupted,

“And you’re being really insulting to both Hilda and Nell, here, they are both permanent Directors, Hilda’s your Deputy, isn’t she? I don’t know of anyone who would be stupid enough to go up against the pair of them.”

Across the other side of the lounge, where the afore-mentioned pair were just bringing in drinks for everyone, the two bit their lips in an effort not to laugh aloud. Hilda responded,

“While we both thank you for your confidence, Jem,” she said, smiling, “neither Nell nor I are fully cognisant with the business methods involved. We are School Mistresses after all.”

Jem waved a hand, “You’re both administrators par excellence,” he replied, “you’re both fully aware of the modern business – you have to be or the Real Chalet School wouldn’t be the success it is – and, most importantly, you can recognise falsehood and corrupt practices from a mile away. There are others that can see to the day-to-day running of the business, having you deputise for Madge will mean we can spend however long is needed in England.”

Madge looked over from her seat on the sofa next to Joey, “Hilda, Nell, are you sure about this?”

Hilda and Nell looked at each other briefly then Hilda smiled, “Of course we are, Madge, we’ll do anything to help.”

“You both could do with Jem and Jack being with you,” Nell put in quickly, “they both are true comforts for you,” Nell smiled slightly, “unlike when you first transferred over here, so I hear?”

At the words Joey suddenly smiled, though her eyes remained full of tears, “They have got rather better,” she agreed, she turned to her sister, “Madge we both need to go to England, we may be able to help Mollie and the children and we need to say goodbye…” she stopped, bit her lip then continued, “say goodbye to Dick. We need Jack and Jem with us.”

Madge thought for a few seconds then nodded, “Very well, we’ll all go.”

Jack nodded from where he was standing, his phone to his ear, he listened intently to a voice on the other end then, “Very well, four seats, first class, my card? Yes of course,” he rattled off the number. A few seconds later he rang off, “Flights to London Heathrow booked for Monday morning, six am,” he said.

Madge nodded, “Fine, well we’ve a little time to get everything arranged, once we’ve finished these we should make a start.”

Less than twenty minutes later the four were preparing to leave, at the door Madge turned and swiftly hugged both Hilda and Nell fiercely, “I don’t think I said,” she explained, “but thank you, for last night, I mean. The pair of you undoubtedly saved my life I can never repay that.”

Hilda reached up and placed a hand across Madge’s mouth, “There’s no need to speak of repayment, Madge,” she said softly but intently, “friends don’t need payment.”

Nell said nothing but signified her agreement by an extra tight hug. The four left, promising to call about arrangements for RCS Industries by the next day.
Author:  Katarzyna [ Wed Jul 11, 2007 9:01 pm ]
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Thank you Lesley :)
Author:  Pat [ Wed Jul 11, 2007 9:04 pm ]
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Thanks Lesley. That took things a stage further! And I hope you are feeling less tired tonight! :twisted:
Author:  Jennie [ Wed Jul 11, 2007 9:05 pm ]
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Thanks, Lesley, now I can go home to get to bed and try to get some sleep.
Author:  Carolyn P [ Wed Jul 11, 2007 9:05 pm ]
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That was good.
Author:  Chair [ Wed Jul 11, 2007 10:28 pm ]
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Thanks, Lesley. I'm sorry to hear about Dick's death. I hope that nothing will go wrong in Madge, Jem, Jack and Joey's absence.
Author:  Sugar [ Wed Jul 11, 2007 10:59 pm ]
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Something's bound to go wrong Chair. Do you not know the wonderful Ms Green and her rollercoster RCS by now? :lol: :lol:

Thanks Lesley!
Author:  Kathy_S [ Thu Jul 12, 2007 6:03 am ]
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Poor Dick & family. :cry:
It's wonderful that they all have the means to travel so far, so suddenly, as it would be even harder to come to terms without the trip.

How typical of the consultant whose main interest is studying the patient :roll:

I do like the final line. Likewise for Geri & Butcher. :lol:
Author:  LizB [ Thu Jul 12, 2007 7:28 am ]
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Lesley wrote:
“And you’re being really insulting to both Hilda and Nell, here, they are both permanent Directors, Hilda’s your Deputy, isn’t she? I don’t know of anyone who would be stupid enough to go up against the pair of them.”


Obviously Jem's not read RCS 1-9 :wink:

Thanks, Lesley
Author:  Cath V-P [ Thu Jul 12, 2007 11:37 am ]
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Nothing go wrong in their absence? Well, of course it won't - everything will run smoothly, life will be peaceful, and there will be a complete absence of anything remotely suggesting a cliff...what other possibility could there be for a Lesley drabble? :lol:

Seriously, I was intrigued by Jem's comment on Hilda and Nell's capacity to recognise "falsehood and corrupt practices" - I wonder if this skill will be called upon?
Author:  Jennie [ Thu Jul 12, 2007 3:14 pm ]
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Chair, haven't you been reading the earlier parts of RCS? Of course something will go wrong, there's never been a term at RCS when something didn't.
Author:  Sal [ Thu Jul 12, 2007 5:01 pm ]
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:( I miss a few days and come back to find theres been a death but not the one I expected!
(((Madge, Joey and family)))
Thanks Lesley
Author:  MaryR [ Thu Jul 12, 2007 5:10 pm ]
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Cath V-P wrote:
Seriously, I was intrigued by Jem's comment on Hilda and Nell's capacity to recognise "falsehood and corrupt practices" - I wonder if this skill will be called upon?

'Twas my thought exactly as I read it, Cath. It was practically spelt out for us. :lol:

Thanks, Lesley
Author:  Jennie [ Fri Jul 13, 2007 8:21 pm ]
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So it's not what, but who.

Lesley, I'm waiting for some more.
Author:  Sugar [ Fri Jul 13, 2007 9:01 pm ]
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Lesley wrote:
“Flights to London Heathrow booked for Monday morning, six am,”


Will we be waiting til then for a update too?

Getting impatient Lesley! :wink:
Author:  Lesley [ Fri Jul 13, 2007 9:41 pm ]
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Not written yet Sugar - sorry. Had a mini block and although it's now gone am too tired to write. Will try and update tomorrow morning.

Lesley
Author:  Pat [ Fri Jul 13, 2007 9:47 pm ]
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We'll be looking forward to it. Glad the block's gone.
Author:  francesn [ Sat Jul 14, 2007 12:05 pm ]
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*sending whatever dispells the block*

I'm definitely looking forward to Hilda and Nell snooping around to uncover corrupt practices. And now I have an image of a cross between Rosemary and Thyme and Jessica Fletcher in my head....interesting...

Thank you, Lesley!
Author:  Lesley [ Sat Jul 14, 2007 8:59 pm ]
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Once the Russells and Maynards had left Hilda and Nell took the opportunity to quickly tidy up and then each have a shower and change into fresh clothes. They then went out for a walk in the grounds. They’d barely walked a couple of hundred yards when they heard a shout of ‘Grandmas!’ and spied the excited figure of Robbie running toward them. He ran straight at Hilda who swept him up in her arms,

“Hello Robbie, what have you been doing today?”

Robbie kissed her cheek then frowned, “Mummy said you was at the hospital, Grandma. You not sick are you? I can still come tonight, can’t I?”

“No darling I’m not sick, neither is Grandma Nell. Of course you may come tonight - we’re looking forward to your visit.”

Robbie beamed then wriggled down to run across and throw himself at Nell who lifted him high in the air…

“Here, Nell - if you don’t want him - chuck him over here!” Nell looked across to see Shane grinning from a few yards away. With a smile she kissed Robbie’s cheek before saying,

Here you go, Shane,” and lofted Robbie, shrieking and yelling, into the air. Shane plucked him as he flew past,

“Now, what shall I do with this?” Shane mused.

“Do it again!” Robbie yelled, “do it again!”

Shane pretended to think about it then, “Okay!” and Robbie was thrown up in the air for Nell to catch once more.

Hilda watched the game for a while before turning to smile across at Cherry, “Is everything in readiness for this evening, Cherry?”

Cherry smiled, “It is, that is if you and Nell are still alright about having Robbie?”

“Of course it is,” Hilda replied, “we said we would baby-sit when we gave you the present, didn’t we?”

The previous Monday had been Cherry’s twenty-first birthday and Hilda and Nell had clubbed together to give her two presents, firstly a gold signet ring that she now proudly wore on her right ring finger, and secondly a combination of a meal, tickets to Miss Saigon the musical and night in a hotel in Melbourne. She and Shane were therefore going to be away for the night.

Cherry shrugged, “Well yes,” she began, “but I did wonder if, after hearing bad news about a friend, whether you’d feel up to it?”

Hilda shook her head, smiling, “If the victim had been Madge Russell,” she said, “then I seriously doubt either Nell or I would be in any fit state to look after Robbie. But Dick Bettany? He was always a far more nebulous figure and we certainly didn’t have a particularly close relationship with him. We’re sad, of course we are, but the tragedy isn’t as personal - at least not for us.”

Cherry nodded, “It is for Madge and Joey though, isn’t it?” she said thoughtfully.

“Yes,” Hilda replied, “he was their brother and they were a close family.”

Cherry sighed, “I’m really sorry for them,” she said, “I expect you’ll be sending a wreath, will you?” Hilda nodded, “Well I’d like to contribute as well. Both Madge and Joey have been very good to me - I’d like to pay my respects.”

Hilda reached forward and hugged Cherry, “I know you’re no longer my ward,” she began, “but I am so proud of you.” She was referring to the fact that, as Cherry had just turned twenty-one, she was no longer under Hilda’s jurisdiction.

Cherry hugged back fiercely, “Yes I am,” she said solemnly, “as far as I’m concerned you and Nell are my family and Robbie’s Grandmas. That’s not going to change just because I’m a year older.”
Author:  Pat [ Sat Jul 14, 2007 9:18 pm ]
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That's a lovely interlude. Robbie's gorgeous.
Author:  Carolyn P [ Sat Jul 14, 2007 9:21 pm ]
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Awww, sweet.
Author:  Kathy_S [ Sat Jul 14, 2007 9:21 pm ]
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Lovely family scene. :)

*also proud of Cherry*
Author:  Lottie [ Sat Jul 14, 2007 10:18 pm ]
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I love the fact that Cherry still wants Hilda and Nell as family even though she's now twenty-one.

Thanks, Lelsey! :D
Author:  Jennie [ Sun Jul 15, 2007 1:27 pm ]
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Thanks, Lesley. it's good to see how much Robbie loves them both. And Cherry does, too.
Author:  Chair [ Sun Jul 15, 2007 5:13 pm ]
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Thanks, Lesley. It was interesting to see Hilda's honest opinion about Dick. Happy Birthday, Cherry!

I had a moment of insanity over the post before!
Author:  MaryR [ Sun Jul 15, 2007 6:54 pm ]
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Such a loving relationship between these two women and Cherry. And they all give to each other. Cherry has brought so much into their lives.

Thanks, Lesley
Author:  Nell [ Sun Jul 15, 2007 9:08 pm ]
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Just caught up with loads - wasn't expecting to hear of Dick in that fashion but glad Madge is ok.

Great as ever, thanks Lesley.
Author:  Lesley [ Sun Jul 15, 2007 9:10 pm ]
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That afternoon Robbie joined Hilda and Nell in their cottage; Hilda had gone across to speak with Ruth Derwent and check there were no problems at the School so Nell sat with the little boy. Robbie had a rather important request,

“So can I stay up late tonight, Grandma?” he said, his green eyes wide and pleading, “I’ll be really good and won’t cry or anything.”

Nell shook her head, “You need your sleep, Robbie, you’re only four years old.”

“But I’m nearly five, Grandma, Mummy says I’ll be five in one month,” Robbie said with a frown, “and Shane said that when I’m five I’ll be nearly a man.”

“Oh did he?” Nell said with a grimace, “Well I’m a lot older than five and I say you need your sleep.”

“But I can sleep later tomorrow, Grandma.”

Nell sighed, “But you won’t, Robbie, will you? You’ll be up very early and then be miserable all day.”

“I won’t.” Robbie replied, despite convincing proof, on other occasions, that this is exactly what would happen.

“Yes you will,” Nell replied mildly, “trust me on this, Robbie, I’m much older than five and I know.”

Robbie sat and thought about this for a while; Nell watched him, a smile curling one side of her lips she waited for his next argument, finally, “Grandma Nell? Is you very old?”

Nell winced slightly at the grammar but didn’t correct it, she pursed her lips, “I’m not very old,” she said eventually, “but I’m older than you.”

“Older than Mummy and Shane?”

“Yes, Robbie, older than Mummy or Shane,” she grinned, “but not as old as Grandma Hilda.”

Robbie digested that for a few seconds then, “Grandma, if I say how old you is, can I stay up tonight?”

Nell thought for a time, “Alright,” she said eventually, “if you can get within five years of my age, you can stay up until ten o’clock,” Nell smiled to herself, she’d planned to let him stay up until then anyway.

Robbie didn’t immediately say anything, instead he jumped down from the sofa and went out into the kitchen, Nell could hear a drawer being opened and items being moved. Seconds later he reappeared with a tray, some sheets of paper and some crayons. He sat at the small coffee table, placed the paper on the tray and picked up a blue crayon. Nell watched in silence as Robbie sat and slowly, but clearly drew out his numbers, 1 2 3 4, he started a new row, beneath the first, 5 6 7 8, then a third row, 9 0.

“One and two is three, four and five is nine.” Nell bit her lip, realising that the little boy was copying her own actions of a week ago when he’d found her sorting out the Science budget without benefit of a calculator. After a great deal of muttering Robbie looked over with a huge grin, “Grandma, you is one hundred years old!”

Nell’s jaw dropped but before she could say a word another voice, from the doorway, answered, “Quite right, Robbie, well done.”

Nell spun round to glare at a gently smiling Hilda standing there, Hilda raised her eyebrow, “He is certainly correct, isn’t he Nell?”

Nell stopped for a second, appreciating what Hilda meant, “Well, technically,” she began, “but that means you are one hundred and two, doesn’t it?”

“Well I might have been,” Hilda said with a smile, “but now I’m much younger- because of magic - isn’t that right, Robbie?”

Robbie seemed quite content to agree that magic had made his Grandma Hilda younger, he smiled at Nell, “So can I stay up then, Grandma?”

Nell sighed, certain that Robbie was now going to tell the entire School that she was one hundred years old - but that somehow Hilda had managed to wriggle out of being older still. A sudden thought crossed her mind and she bit her lip to prevent herself grinning, “Oh alright, Robbie - but no grizzling tomorrow, you promise?”

“Promise Grandma.”

“Okay then, now, did you want Grandma Hilda to read your book for you, while I cook tea?”

“Yes Grandma,” Robbie ran over to his bag and extracted his book, he looked over at Hilda, “Grandma Hilda, can you read my book please?”

Hilda walked over and sat on the sofa and Robbie scrambled onto her lap, Nell gave her a smile, her eyes brimming with merriment, before she disappeared into the kitchen. Hilda looked down and smiled at her grandson’s eager young face, then opened the book, she stared for some seconds then,

‘Nell Wilson,’ she thought furiously, ‘I will murder you!’

She sighed then began to read, “The Bugalugs Bum Thief, by Tim Winton,

Skeeta Anderson woke up one summer morning to find that his bum was gone.
He lay back on his bed and tried not to get upset. I'm still asleep, he thought, I'm dreaming! But he could hear crows cawing in the tree outside his window - blaah, blaah, blaah! And he heard boat engines starting up down at the jetty, too, so he was awake.
He was not happy…”
Author:  Carolyn P [ Sun Jul 15, 2007 9:20 pm ]
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Sounds like a good revenge! :lol:
Author:  Sugar [ Sun Jul 15, 2007 9:20 pm ]
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Awwww how lovely!
Love Hilda and the magic explanation!
Author:  Pat [ Sun Jul 15, 2007 9:22 pm ]
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Wonderful! I'm glad Robbie could work it out like that!!
Author:  Cath V-P [ Sun Jul 15, 2007 11:13 pm ]
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Excellent Robbie - Lesley, you have made my morning! :lol:
Author:  Fiona Mc [ Mon Jul 16, 2007 12:45 am ]
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Just caught up on the last two posts. That was so lovely between Hilda and Nell and Cherry. That they would always be family. Love Hilda's logic that Nell is 100 but my magic she's less than that!
Can't wait for the school to be hearing Nell is 100
Author:  Kathy_S [ Mon Jul 16, 2007 4:34 am ]
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Lovely math. :lol:

And how many others checked Amazon to investigate Robbie's reading material? :oops:
Author:  Liane [ Mon Jul 16, 2007 8:18 am ]
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Fantastic scene with Robbie!
Thanks Lesley
Author:  Jennie [ Mon Jul 16, 2007 11:45 am ]
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Thanks, Lesley. Robbie is an enduring joy.
Author:  MaryR [ Mon Jul 16, 2007 12:41 pm ]
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That was lovely, Lesley. Thank you. :D
Author:  Chair [ Mon Jul 16, 2007 5:52 pm ]
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Thanks, Lesley. I really enjoyed that scene between the 3 of them.
Author:  Tan [ Mon Jul 16, 2007 6:14 pm ]
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:lol: at Robbie!
Author:  Lesley [ Mon Jul 16, 2007 9:44 pm ]
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Later that evening, much later, saw Cherry and Shane arrive at the hotel after seeing the musical Miss Saigon. They had checked in much earlier before going to the restaurant for a meal so were able to retrieve their key and pass up to their room without difficulty. Inside they both made themselves a little more comfortable, stripping off high heeled shoes (Cherry) and tight fitting tie (Shane).

“Oh that’s better,” Shane said with relief, he looked across to Cherry, “fancy a drink?”

Cherry sat on a chair by the window, the window overlooked the city of Melbourne that, even at nearly midnight, was full of lights. She smiled, “I think I’ve drunk enough alcohol for tonight,” she said carefully, “any more and I’ll be past my limit.”

“What about a coffee then?”

“Hmmm, please,” Cherry murmured with a smile.

A short time later Shane appeared with two mugs of coffee, he passed one over to Cherry and sat opposite her nursing the other. Cherry smiled her thanks and the pair sipped in silence for a time. After a while Cherry looked over,

“Did you have a good time, Shane?”

Shane grinned, “Wonderful,” he said with feeling, “really loved the show - never thought to see it before, even though it’s been on for a while. Was great of Hilda and Nell to suggest it.”

“It was, wasn’t it?” Cherry smiled lazily, “I loved the meal too,” she continued, “even though, some four or five hours later, I still feel completely stuffed!”

“Yes, it was rather good, wasn’t it?” Shane replied, “though not something I could afford on a copper’s salary too often. Like, ever! Was good to see that friend of yours,” he went on, “she and her fella seem to be decent people.”

Cherry looked over with a smile, marvelling at just how much Shane Coates seemed to have matured over the last year or so. The friend to whom he was referring was Jen Sutton, she and her boyfriend, Callum had been in the restaurant when they arrived there - and had immediately invited the pair to join them. Callum Regis was a few years older than Shane, with the same type of physique caused by years of rugby and visits to the gym. A few inches shorter than Shane he was probably even stronger but treated Jen Sutton as though she were made of glass and it was obvious that he adored her. He had explained that the pair were celebrating the fact that he had just started a new job - he was a trained chef.

Cherry had been really pleased to see her friend again, and to see her looking a great deal better - she had obviously been eating well since they had last met and Jen confided in Cherry that she had managed to get a job waitressing in the same restaurant where Callum was working. The two couples had sat and chatted for about half an hour until Shane and Cherry’s own table had become vacant.

“They did,” Cherry replied, “I’m glad we arranged to see each other again - though it won’t be in such a fancy restaurant if we have to pay for ourselves,” she yawned, “Oh, sorry, it’s not that you’re boring, or anything, just it’s been a long day.”

Shane put his mug to one side, “You’re not too tired, are you?”

Cherry’s smile broadened, “Tired? Who says I’m tired? You just wait until I get back, I’ll show you tired.” She rose fluidly and walked over to the bathroom.

A short time later she re-emerged dressed in a a light, silky night shirt, she looked across at Shane, “Hurry back!” she ordered.

Shane entered the bathroom, undressed and had a quick shower. Pulling on a clean pair of boxers he brushed his teeth then opened the door to re-enter the main room. Once inside he stopped in disappointment. Almost all the lights were off and he could just make out the figure of Cherry, bundled up in the quilt, asleep. He sighed and turned to get himself a drink, as he did he suddenly felt something loop itself around his neck. He realised that it was his own tie just as the loop tightened and he was pulled back,

“Where do you think you’re going?” Cherry’s voice whispered in his ear. He realised that the figure he had thought was Cherry was a few of the pillows.

“Nowhere,” he said quietly.

“Good,” Cherry pulled him backwards until they reached the bed, then pushed him down on it. She climbed on top of him, “You and I have some unfinished business, Mr Coates…”
Author:  Lyanne [ Mon Jul 16, 2007 9:57 pm ]
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And then the phone rang?

Yay for Cherry & Shane finally getting time to themselves!
Author:  Rosalin [ Mon Jul 16, 2007 11:23 pm ]
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Please let them be uninterrupted for once.

Glad to see that things are looking up for Jen.

Thanks Lesley.
Author:  Cath V-P [ Mon Jul 16, 2007 11:55 pm ]
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Glad they had such a lovely evening. Hopefully things will continue going well for Jen and her partner.
Also glad you clarified the point about who was wearing the heels..... :lol:
Author:  MaryR [ Tue Jul 17, 2007 12:39 pm ]
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Pleased to see they thoroughly enjoyed Nell's and Hilda's present! :lol:

Thanks, Lesley
Author:  Lesley [ Tue Jul 17, 2007 7:16 pm ]
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The next two weeks at the Real Chalet School went very smoothly; Cherry and Shane returned to the School on Sunday afternoon to find an exhausted Robbie trying manfully not to show he was tired. He fell asleep in Cherry’s arms and didn’t awaken even though Shane carried him across to Cherry’s flat and put him to bed.

Madge and the others flew out to England early on Monday morning, having left instructions for how the company was to be managed in her absence. Although technically in charge, neither Hilda nor Nell were expected to take over the day-to-day running of the company, instead that was left to Robin Humphries. Hilda and Nell only there when a command decision was required.

At the School the girls were all working hard but also looking forward to Half Term; as the term was only eight weeks long, Half Term was only four days falling from Friday 18th August to Monday 21st. No one other than the two Heads knew what was planned, only that it was going to be based at the School. The weekend after Half term would see the Athletics competition.

At the prison Butcher had made a very good recovery, working hard at her fitness and recovering faster that her consultant had, at first, anticipated. True to his word he had visited two weeks after her discharge from the hospital and pronounced himself satisfied that she was healing well. After a short discussion with the Prison Doctor he pronounced that Butcher was fit enough to be discharged back to the Wing, although he recommended a further four weeks excused Work details. Butcher was obviously pleased at the decision, though the same could not be said for the Governor…

“Butcher you are not fit to return to the Wing,” Miss Shaw said firmly.

Butcher rose very slowly from where she had been sitting, she looked across at the other woman, “You heard the Doc, Governor,” she said with a wry smile, “I’m fit to be discharged from the Hospital Wing now, I don’t have to work yet, so can spend my time in the Gym.”

“That is quite correct, Governor Shaw,” Doctor Patel put in, “Mr Ford was very pleased with her progress, Butcher does not need to remain in the Hospital now, she is fit to return to the Wing, she can complete her convalescence there.” he smiled slightly before continuing, “She is strong, she will make a good recovery,” he left the room.

Butcher and Shaw looked at each other, “I told you, Governor,” Butcher said, still with the same smile.

Shaw shook her head, “No Butcher, you cannot return to the wing. If you return now other inmates will take advantage of your weakness…”

“I know,” Butcher said quietly, she took a deep breath, winced somewhat at the pain, then continued, “but for me not to return now, will mean I’ll lose it all anyway. You know that,” she grinned suddenly, “and anyway, I might win.”

Geri Shaw walked over to stand in front of the inmate, “At the moment, Butcher, I could beat you. I know for a fact there are any number of inmates who are stronger than I.”

Butcher nodded, “You probably could at that,” she agreed, “but don’t get too used to the idea, Shaw. Regardless though, I have to return - the news that I’ve been discharged from the Hospital has probably already reached the Wings.”

Shaw agreed, well aware of the speed of the prison grapevine, “There’s always Solitary,” she said.

Butcher raised an eyebrow, “When I’ve committed no crime? That won’t work.”

“Or Segregation,” Shaw went on, then stopped as Butcher’s expression darkened,

“No Governor,” she said tightly, “you place me in the Seg Wing and you’ll definitely see a murder, maybe more than one, there’s no excuse for the things they’ve done.”

“Dammit Butcher, I’m trying to help you.”

Butcher smiled, “Yeah I know, but you’ve got to know there’s nothing you can do. You try and protect me and it’ll just achieve the same, I’ll be deposed anyway. We may be friends, Governor, but we’re still on opposite sides,”

“You can’t believe that!”

“I’ve got to,” Butcher said quietly, “I won’t survive otherwise, you know that.”
Author:  MaryR [ Tue Jul 17, 2007 7:24 pm ]
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Geri's clear-sighted, but Butcher is more so, isn't she? She's thought through all the ramifications of her position. And friendship will only make her weak, as will keeping her from returning to the Wing.

Thanks, Lesley.
Author:  Pat [ Tue Jul 17, 2007 7:30 pm ]
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It's a real Catch 22 situation isn't it?
Author:  Sugar [ Tue Jul 17, 2007 8:24 pm ]
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poor Butcher...she can't win, either shes kept away and loses her position or shes sent back and potentially has 7 bells kicked out of her.
Author:  Rosalin [ Tue Jul 17, 2007 8:56 pm ]
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Oh dear, I hope Butcher will regain her authority in a relatively injury free fashion.

And they are on opposite sides really, I suppose, although it must have been easy for Geri to lose site of that while Butcher was out of the prison. Especially because of the reason for her hospitalisation.

Thanks Lesley.
Author:  Chair [ Tue Jul 17, 2007 10:27 pm ]
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Thanks, Lesley. I hope that things will work out for Butcher.
Author:  Cath V-P [ Wed Jul 18, 2007 12:10 am ]
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Butcher's right - sadly. Her friendship with Geri has to remain separate from her other role, otherwise she does lose everything she has.
Author:  Kathy_S [ Wed Jul 18, 2007 1:46 am ]
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Butcher's in a really tough position here. She does have the loyalty of those capable of giving it, and her own force of personality, but -- *crosses fingers*

Nice for Cherry & Shane to have a little time away, and Cherry's rightly pleased at how far Shane has come from their ruction last year. But why am I worried that Jen & her beginning chef show up at a restaurant C&S normally can't afford? Of course it could be a treat long saved for or a professional discount or something....
Author:  Sal [ Wed Jul 18, 2007 3:20 am ]
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Ouch, really difficult situation for both Geri and Butcher...

Thanks Lesley
Author:  Jennie [ Wed Jul 18, 2007 11:25 am ]
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Butcher sees what she has to do, but so does Geri, and when the solutions conflict, it causes problems. I think Geri has to let Butcher have her own way on this.
Author:  Lesley [ Wed Jul 18, 2007 10:26 pm ]
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Try though she might to refute the words, Geri Shaw knew that Butcher was speaking sense; while most of the prison were aware of the close relationship between herself and Butcher, it had never been allowed to impact upon the way that the prison was run - either by the officers or the inmates. Butcher was returned to the Wing during the evening, just before lock-up. She was well aware that this was Shaw’s gift to her - to allow her at least a short period of time to settle in. She was also aware that every woman was watching her as she walked behind the Prison Officer to her cell. Reacting to that interest Butcher was careful to allow no hint of pain or weakness to cross her expression. On reaching her cell Butcher was ordered inside and the Officer immediately moved to close the cell door, at Butcher’s questioning glance the Officer replied,

“Governor’s orders, Butcher,” he said gruffly, “look after yourself.”

“Yes Mr Spencer,” Butcher said quietly. She watched as the door slammed and heard the key turn. She glanced at her watch, it was barely six-forty, lock up wasn’t until eight. She drew in a quick breath and released it, “Seems like Shaw doesn’t want anything happening until tomorrow,” she said to herself, “well they’ll be there, waiting.” She glanced around the cell, “Home sweet home,” she said with a smile, she waited until the sound of footsteps receded then walked over to the shower, moved a couple of the tiles slightly and retrieved a couple of cans of beer. She drank one, silently toasting the fact she was back, about to open the other she paused and instead placed it back in its hiding place - she needed a clear head for the next day.

The following morning Butcher was up and ready long before the officer opened her cell door. She walked out without any apparent concern and moved to where breakfast was being served. On the way she saw Rees and Grant and they flanked her as she reached the queue. When the rest of the women saw her they fell back, allowing her to move to the front of the line; all except one woman. Butcher stopped and stared at the woman, about her age, a new admission since Butcher had last been in the Wing. The woman gazed across at Butcher without any recognition - Rees stepped forward to move her but stopped when Butcher raised a hand.

“What’s your name, newbie?” Butcher’s voice wasn’t particularly threatening, but it did command attention.

The woman half-smiled, “Name’s Hoggart,” she said, “transferred in from New South Wales. What about you? Not seen you before.”

“I’m Butcher,” Butcher said softly.

Hoggart’s face suddenly drained of all colour, she swallowed sharply, “Butcher?” She looked around her quickly, “I-I-I’ll get out of your way,” she said quickly, “wasn’t trying anything, honest.” She moved swiftly to one side. Butcher watched her with a set expression.

“Who’s your cellie, Hoggart?” Butcher asked.

“That’s me, Butcher, I‘m Campbell,” another voice spoke and a younger woman stepped forward, her face pale.

“Educate the newbie properly, Campbell,” Butcher ordered, “otherwise, next time, I’ll come looking for you, understand?”

Campbell nodded swiftly and pulled Hoggart back into the press of women all watching. Butcher and Rees stepped up to get served.

“Good to see you back, Butcher,” Rees said under her breath, she smiled. Butcher looked across, her expression remaining grim,

“That was easy,” she said, “but the real test is still to come. I’ll see you after lunch, not here though - the gym.”

Rees nodded and, after collecting their meals the two returned to their own cells. Later, after the rest of the women had all been taken to their work details, Butcher walked across to the office and knocked on the door. When a prison guard opened it she requested that she be allowed to go to the gym. This request was easily granted and Butcher was taken across to the prison gymnasium. Although perhaps not as well equipped as a private gym outside the prison gym wasn’t bad. It had a number of ‘multi-gym’s’ as well as a couple of cycling machines and even a cross-trainer. Some of the officers were also Physical Training Instructors and ran classes most evenings. Butcher rarely took part in the classes but she normally managed to visit the gym three evenings a week, using the multi-gym to strengthen muscle groups as well as both the bike and cross trainer.

Mindful of her current weakened state of health, Butcher was careful to set the resistance for the weights at their lowest level, but even so found it very difficult. When it came to the cycling machine she could only manage five minutes at the lowest setting and the cross trainer she could not manage at all. Butcher didn’t attempt to overexert herself, instead just working slowly through the exercises and noting where she needed to make improvements. When the buzzer sounded signalling the end of the morning work period she continued working. An officer appeared a short time later,

“Butcher? Do you want to finish now? It will be lunch soon.”

Butcher looked across from where she was standing by the sink, getting a glass of water, she shook her head, “No thanks, Miss Morgan, I stay here if it’s okay? Not really hungry and need to work.”

Miss Morgan shrugged, “If you’re sure? Remember, after lunch you could be joined by others - you’ll be unlikely to have full run of the machines then.” She left the gym, locking the gate behind her.

Butcher continued to slowly make her way round the equipment. She had just finished and was sitting on the bike trying to catch her breath, when she heard the sound of the gate being unlocked again. A short time later she looked up to see that she was surrounded. She took a few quick, shallow breaths,

“Something I can do for you, ladies?”

There was silence for a time, then one woman pushed herself forward. It was Wade.
Author:  Rosalin [ Wed Jul 18, 2007 10:33 pm ]
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Um, guess the next line isn't "Welcome back, it's good to see you again".
Butcher doesn't sound to fit from the description of her workout.

*off to wibble quietly in a corner*

Thanks Lesley.
Author:  Sugar [ Wed Jul 18, 2007 11:00 pm ]
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Ohhh here we go. Let's hope Wade isn't too unpleasant.

Thanks Lesley
Author:  Cath V-P [ Thu Jul 19, 2007 12:49 am ]
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Inevitable - but good luck Butcher.
Author:  Kathy_S [ Thu Jul 19, 2007 1:33 am ]
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Butcher has planned for this, right?
*hopes*

Thank you, Lesley.
Author:  Tan [ Thu Jul 19, 2007 5:40 am ]
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Eeek!
Author:  Identity Hunt [ Thu Jul 19, 2007 6:39 am ]
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Oh `eck.......... :shock:
Joining theother wibblers :wink:
Author:  Liane [ Thu Jul 19, 2007 8:17 am ]
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:shock: Wade! Why did it have to be Wade?!
Oh wait a second...this is a Lesley drabble!

Thanks Lesley :D
Author:  Jennie [ Thu Jul 19, 2007 10:30 am ]
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Wade will be seriously unpleasant, but since this is a Lesley drabble, w have to ask ourselves why Butcher decided not to have lunch, but to stay in the gym and look as if she has been using the machines at full strength for several hours.
Author:  Pat [ Thu Jul 19, 2007 7:14 pm ]
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Nice non-cliff Lesley! (Well you never do cliffs, do you?!)
No wibbling please! What would EBD's Matey (not Lesley's) say?
Author:  Carolyn P [ Thu Jul 19, 2007 7:22 pm ]
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Nice one.
Author:  MaryR [ Thu Jul 19, 2007 7:43 pm ]
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She's knitting her support group back together, and stamping her authority on all newcomers. So her wiliness is surely not going to let her down now - is it? :shock: Naw, she's been around too much for that.

Thanks, Lesley.
Author:  Tara [ Thu Jul 19, 2007 10:11 pm ]
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Well, I was bound to return to a wibble, wasn't I! But this is intriguing. It certainly seems as if Butcher's in for a very unpleasant time, but she's deliberately chosen the situation. I'm sure she won't rely on anyone else for help ... yet she sounds so frail, compared to how she was previously. Hmm. Just have to wait and see what transpires.
I did rather enjoy the way the others scattered at Butcher's reappearance. She's still got a massive reputation, at least.
Thanks you, Lesley.
Author:  Lesley [ Thu Jul 19, 2007 10:27 pm ]
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Welcome back Judith! :lol:

Butcher rose from where she had been sitting, “There a problem, Wade?”

Wade swallowed nervously, “Yeah, there’s a problem,” she said, “problem’s you, Butcher. You ain’t fit to be in charge.”

Butcher raised an eyebrow, “No? How’d you figure that, then?”

“Rule is the one in charge has to be able to see off any other fighters. You’re not fit enough, won’t be for months. “

Butcher actually laughed, “Rule eh? Yet all of us are in here because we broke the rules, aren’t we?”

Wade glared, “Doesn’t matter. You don’t belong on top, Butcher.”

Butcher’s dark eyes hardened, “Is that a challenge, Wade?” she asked softly.

“That’s right,” Wade replied quickly, she nodded to one of the other women who immediately left the gym, “she’s gone to keep an eye out for screws,” Wade explained, “so we don’t get disturbed.”

Butcher nodded, “Okay,” she said softly, “now you know the fight’s all the way, don’t you? That’s ‘the rule’ too.”

“All the way?” It was another of the women, Butcher recognised her as another of Haslam’s bunch, in fact most of these seemed to be Haslam’s old gang,

Wade turned, “She means to the death, O’Grady, one of us isn’t going to walk out of here.”

“So are you ready, Wade?”

“More than ready, Butcher, I’ve been looking forward to this,” Wade gave a signal and the rest of the women moved forward slightly. Butcher raised an eyebrow,

“These bouts are supposed to be one-to-one,” she said.

Wade smiled lazily, “I’m never much good at following rules,” she said.

Butcher nodded, unsurprised, “First person touches me, I’ll break their arm,” she said, her tone completely matter-of-fact. There was a split second of complete stillness as all the women froze, then one of them stepped forward, a sneer on her face,

“She can’t do anything to all of us, come on!”

The cry seemed to galvanise the rest and they turned back to Butcher, only to discover that she wasn’t there! In the time taken to rally the rest Butcher had slipped out from the women’s encircling arms and was now standing behind two of them. Before either woman had a chance to react she had punched one in the kidneys, causing her to drop to the ground and then kicked out to the second, shattering a knee-cap. Butcher turned toward the rest of her attackers but now they had the advantage of numbers. The one with the sneer reached her first, slamming a hard elbow in beneath Butcher’s left arm where it was guarding her ribs, Butcher felt a white-hot lancet of pain travel up from her wound and fell, gasping, to her knees. She felt women grab her arms, hold her immobile, then Wade appeared and kicked her in the face. The entire picture of the gym swam away, dizzily. Butcher blinked hard, feeling blood start to drip down from above her right eye. Unable to resist and only barely remaining conscious, Butcher felt herself dragged upright and held against the wall. She groaned as both her arms were raised up, above her head, pulling even more on her injury. Wade appeared in front of her holding two of the weights from one of the multi-gyms in her hands. Butcher kicked out in an attempt to stop Wade who merely deflected the kick and advanced on Butcher, smiling…

“Think we should even up these odds a bit, don’t you?”

The voice, when it came, was a complete surprise to the women beating Butcher. All of them suddenly stopped and looked round in shock. All of Butcher’s firm had, somehow, entered the gym and were standing watching the scene. As Wade quickly scanned the newcomers she saw that Rees was standing to the fore but, in the background, she could see two women holding onto the woman Wade had sent to guard the gate. The woman looked terrified.

“Let Butcher go!” Rees continued, her eyes boring into Wade’s. Wade looked round and nodded toward the women holding Butcher, they released her arms and Butcher sank to the ground. “Right,” Rees said, “now, you want to make something of this, Wade?”

Wade looked round at her people, two of them, the two that Butcher had caught, were barely functional, while the one who had been on guard looked useless, she shrugged and gave a grin, “Can’t blame me for trying,” she said.

“No,” Rees replied quietly, “but you don’t get any more chances. Get out!”

Wade turned to go when another voice rang out, “Not yet!”

The rest of the women turned to see Butcher slowly lever herself from the floor, “This hasn’t ended yet, Wade,” she said grimly, “you wanted a chance at the top spot? It’s still there. One-on-one, you and me, now.”

“Butcher you can’t…” Rees stopped at the impatient gesture from Butcher. Butcher watched Wade’s face, seeing the drug dealer mull over events. She looked toward Butcher, seeing the ravages of pain in her expression, the way her left arm was totally taken up with supporting her ribs. Seeing also the slightly unfocused eyes from the blow to the head, the dripping of blood from above Butcher’s eye.

“You’ll never have a better chance, Wade,” Butcher goaded.

Wade looked across, “Just you and me?” she asked, “winner takes all?” she jerked her head over to where Butcher’s firm were watching, “they don’t interfere?”

Butcher nodded, “Yeah. Well?”

Wade thought for a few seconds, “Okay,” she said, "now?”

Butcher took a deep, shuddering breath, winced with the pain, “Give me a minute,” she said. She slowly walked across to the sink, switched on the cold tap and filled a glass with water. After finishing the water she used a towel to mop up the blood and sweat on her face. Rees joined her,

“Butcher, you sure about this?”

Butcher looked over, “If I go down,” she said quietly, “Wade is Boss, understood?”

Rees thought for a while then nodded, “Understood.”

Butcher returned the nod then walked over to stand in front of Wade, “Now,” she said softly.

At the words Wade grinned slightly and immediately fired a punch toward Butcher’s left side, as Butcher twisted to avoid the punch Wade kicked out and caught Butcher on the knee. Butcher dropped to the floor and Wade followed through with punches to the head. Butcher, however, bent her head down and hunched her shoulders, taking the punches on her back. At the same time she drove her right elbow up, hard, into Wade’s groin. Unlike many Butcher was well aware that a blow there was just as painful for a woman as for a man, if delivered properly. Wade gave a yell and staggered away, doubling up from the pain. Butcher pushed herself back to her feet and slowly walked over to the woman. Her first blow was a knee into the stomach, completing the work of the elbow, her second, with Butcher using the cycling machine as support, was a round kick to the head. Wade dropped to the ground. The third, on the prone Wade, was a front kick to the ribs on Wade’s left, there was an audible crack.

“Pick her up!” Butcher rasped. Two of her people reached down and dragged Wade up. Butcher moved forward, “You’re too slow, Wade,” she said quietly, “and you lack the killer instinct. You should have killed me when you had the chance. Now your life’s mine.” She looked round, noting that none of the others thought to question her, “It would be pretty easy to arrange an accident here, you know? All these weights and machines, no problem - but I’m not going to bother. Because you’re not going to be a problem now, are you?”

Wade said nothing, seemed barely conscious, Butcher smiled, though the more observant noted that she was holding onto the nearest piece of equipment for support, “No, you won’t be a problem,” she repeated, “because the second you are - I’ll come for you, to finish what we started here.” She looked at Wade’s erstwhile supporters, “Get her out of here!”

The subdued women moved with alacrity to follow Butcher’s command, dragged the unfortunate Wade away then,

“Wait!” Butcher’s voice stopped them, she pointed, “You, come here!”

The woman singled out was the one with the sneer in her voice earlier. She moved toward Butcher with some trepidation. Butcher gave a half-smile as the other woman approached, and stuck out her right hand, “Here,” she said.

The woman, without understanding why, reached out to clasp Butcher’s hand, as soon as she did Butcher pulled hard, twisted her hand over then pushed, there was a crack and Butcher released her grip, “You were the first to touch me,” Butcher explained to the woman now nursing a broken arm, “I always keep my promises.”

She watched, expressionless, as the woman was led away then, once all Wade’s people had gone and only her own firm were around her Butcher finally allowed herself to react. The other women saw Butcher stagger to a nearby seat and collapse upon it, her face white and her limbs trembling. She sat there in silence, her eyes closed and her face showing her pain. After some seconds a shadow fell across her and she opened her eyes to see Rees standing in front of her, a set expression upon her face. Butcher nodded, understanding,

“Rees? You’re challenging me, aren’t you?” she asked softly.

Rees inclined her head, “Yes,” she said.
Author:  Sugar [ Thu Jul 19, 2007 10:39 pm ]
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is it safe to come out yet?

Glad Butcher was able to defend herself though
Author:  Rosalin [ Thu Jul 19, 2007 10:46 pm ]
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Sugar wrote:
is it safe to come out yet?


I don't think so. I think Butcher now has to fight Rees.

*hides under duvet*

Thanks Lesley.
Author:  Liane [ Thu Jul 19, 2007 11:02 pm ]
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:shock: Well I wasn't expecting that! The bit with Rees, I mean. I had a feeling Butcher would win against Wade.

Thanks Lesley
Author:  Elder in Ontario [ Thu Jul 19, 2007 11:20 pm ]
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My goodness, Lesley - where did you learn your knowledge of fighting? You certainly make sure your people are wise to all the feints and dodges!
There's no doubt Butcher won't yield her position without a fight to the death, even to Rees.
Author:  Cath V-P [ Fri Jul 20, 2007 12:10 am ]
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Butcher expected this didn't she? All of it, including Rees' challenge - but then, Rees has to challenge her doesn't she? Otherwise there would be those who said she owed her position to Rees' support and that Rees was the real Boss.
Author:  Kathy_S [ Fri Jul 20, 2007 1:35 am ]
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I thought things were going remarkably well until Rees stepped in. :shock:

Argh, and I have to wait until at least Sunday to find out what happens, even if scenes of domesticity and/or alternative cliffhanging do intervene....
Author:  Tan [ Fri Jul 20, 2007 6:03 am ]
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Peeks out, thinks about it, decides to hide under the duvet again!
Author:  Jennie [ Fri Jul 20, 2007 10:16 am ]
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Oh dear, just how will Butcher fight this one off?

I think I'll hide behind or under the desk, and hastily drag up some other furniture to make a better barrier.
Author:  Carolyn P [ Fri Jul 20, 2007 10:38 am ]
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I think Butcher knew exactly what had to happen, including Rees' challenge.
Just hope I can read the outcome before going away for a week!
Please post tonight Lesley. :lol:
Author:  Ruth B [ Fri Jul 20, 2007 11:37 am ]
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Meep! Two weeks away has rescued me from the Dick/Madge Cliff, I suppose I should be thankful for small mercies.

Brilliant as always Lesley.
Author:  Sal [ Fri Jul 20, 2007 6:01 pm ]
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Argghh! *finds the nearest duvet and hides under it*

Thanks Lesley
Author:  Pat [ Fri Jul 20, 2007 6:46 pm ]
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Butcher is one tough lady isn't she? looking forward to the next installment, as always.
Author:  Lesley [ Fri Jul 20, 2007 7:17 pm ]
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Elder in Ontario wrote:
My goodness, Lesley - where did you learn your knowledge of fighting? You certainly make sure your people are wise to all the feints and dodges!


Elder (and anyone else that might be interested) - years ago, when I was both younger and thinner, I used to spend six hours a week training - in Karate. :wink:

Butcher drew in a slow breath, wincing as the action aggravated her rib injuries, “Alright,” she said softly, “can’t say I blame you. Give me a minute, would you?”

Rees bit her lip, reached forward as though to touch Butcher on the shoulder but then stopped, “It’s alright,” she said, “I’m not going through with it.”

Butcher gazed into her second’s eyes, “Why not?” she asked, “you’ll never have a better chance.”

“Yeah, I know,” Rees replied, she paused for a time, looked down at the floor for some seconds, “I had it all planned, you know? I knew Wade was going to challenge you, knew there was a good chance that all her gang would attack. Just had to make it fair, you know? When you decided to take on Wade I thought you could beat her, even though you were hurt. So I decided that I’d wait until after you’d seen her off, so I’d have a decent chance.”

“And you don’t think you have one now?” Butcher sounded puzzled.

“I know I have,” Rees returned softly, “as it stands between us, I could probably beat you with both hands tied behind my back.”

Butcher smiled very slightly, not even attempting to refute Rees’ words, “If you feel that, Rees, then why…?”

“Why don’t I attack?” Rees interrupted, “Simple really. You’re not just the Boss, the one in charge, you’re a mate, a good one. More than that, you’re the best thing for all the women in here. You’ve got the respect of the screws and, most important, you care about the women.”

“Don’t you want the top spot?”

Rees shrugged, “Maybe, some day. Nick I was in before, I was close to challenging for the top - if I hadn’t have been transferred I’d probably have gone for it in just a few months. But not here, not now - I’ve got too much still to learn from you, Butcher.”

Butcher’s eyes rested on Rees’ face for some time; she then turned to look at the rest of her firm - they all seemed to be in agreement with Rees. Butcher nodded slightly, then looked back at Rees, “…Both hands tied behind your back…eh?” she said with some challenge.

Rees smiled slightly, “Well, maybe I would’ve needed one… as it’s you.”

“Maybe,” Butcher agreed. She took a breath then, quietly, addressed all the women gathered around her, “Not that long ago, I lost a good mate, when Dale was killed. I never did tell her just how good a mate. I won’t make the same mistake again. Rees, all of you…” she paused then continued, “just take it as read, would you?”

The others all nodded and Butcher drew in a deep breath, as she did the bell sounded signifying the beginning of the afternoon work period, Butcher looked round, “Alright, business as usual then. I’ll see you at Tea.” As she finished speaking there was the sound of the gate being unlocked and a Prison Officer appeared to accompany them to the workshops.
Author:  Pat [ Fri Jul 20, 2007 7:24 pm ]
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Good for Rees. It would have been so easy to give in to the temptation.
Author:  Sugar [ Fri Jul 20, 2007 7:29 pm ]
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Interesting......

Thanks Lesley
Author:  Tara [ Fri Jul 20, 2007 8:39 pm ]
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I appreciated the heavy irony in the discussion about the rules - Wade is clearly very selective about the few she'll stick to! A truly nasty woman, but not quite tough enough.
You are sometimes a scary woman, Lesley ...
Amazing what Butcher could still manage, and she is so ruthless in doing just what she said she would (which is essential to maintaining her position, of course, but is also one of her strengths, she's honest and consistent). My heart sank when Rees made her challenge, and I am (wimpishly) so glad she backed off.
I suppose the staff will notice that several of their inmates are a bit broken??
Author:  MaryR [ Fri Jul 20, 2007 8:48 pm ]
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Butcher seems to be attracting *mates* all round! :lol: Glad she had the sense to appreciate all that Rees said.

Thanks, Lesley.
Author:  Pat [ Fri Jul 20, 2007 8:54 pm ]
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Tara wrote:
I suppose the staff will notice that several of their inmates are a bit broken??


I suspect the staff expected that! Hope that Butcher hasn't put herself back too far with all that.
Author:  Rosalin [ Fri Jul 20, 2007 9:44 pm ]
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Phew....Glad Rees backed off, although does that mean she'll challenge Butcher at some point in the future?

Thanks Lesley.
Author:  Fiona Mc [ Sat Jul 21, 2007 9:42 am ]
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One thing about Butcher is she does seem to inspire loyalty. Thanks Lesley
Author:  Lesley [ Sat Jul 21, 2007 6:44 pm ]
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Butcher remained where she was and, once the other women had disappeared, lowered her head into her hands, shrinking in on herself to try to ease the pain in her ribs and face. A short time later she heard the Gate being unlocked again and there was the sound of footsteps in the Gym. Then the voice of one of the newer officers, Mr Fielder, spoke,

“Butcher? You’re not over here to sit and do nothing. If you do not want to use these facilities you can return to the Wing.”

Butcher sighed, without lifting her head she replied, “I’ll be able to return in a while, Mr Fielder. I’ll wait at the Gate for next time you’re on your rounds, okay?”

The young man frowned, well aware of Butcher’s reputation, “Return to the Wing now, Butcher!” he ordered sharply.

Butcher took a deep breath, let the air out slowly, she looked across at the Prison Officer, “Mr Fielder, I’m asking if I can stay here just until the next time you come round - it’ll only be half an hour or so - no big deal.”

Fielder’s frown deepened, “I shouldn’t have to tell you about the rules and regulations, Butcher,” he said quickly, “I gave you an order, I expect you to obey.”

Butcher’s eyes darkened, “I don’t need no baby screw trying to educate me about the ‘rules and regulations’ inside,” she said, her voice all the more dangerous because, if anything, it became quieter as she became more angry. “I’ve lived with the petty minded rules for almost a decade. Now I asked, quite politely, if I could remain here until your next round. What the Hell have you got to prove, Mr Fielder?”

Fielder’s face had grown noticeably redder during Butcher’s response; he stepped forward, but, before he could say or do anything more he felt a hand on his shoulder,

“Thank you Mr Fielder, I’ll take it from here, you continue with your rounds,” it was the Governor.

“B-but she…”

“I heard what was said, Mr Fielder,” Geri Shaw interrupted, “I’ll deal with it.”

Fielder shot a venomous glance across at Butcher, “Yes Governor,” he said tightly, then spun round and left.

Butcher returned to her previous position, sat in the chair, her head down and eyes closed. She heard Shaw enter the gym and move another chair across until it was next to Butcher. Shaw then sat down.

“…Baby screw…?” Shaw’s voice ended in a question.

Butcher gave a wry smile, “Well that’s what he is, isn’t he? Just out of training college, still stuffed full of all the idealism they pump into them. Still feels he can single-handedly change the system. And he’s one of those that feels he deserves respect, that he doesn’t have to earn it.”

“He’s young, Butcher,” Shaw said, by way of explanation.

“Yeah? Half the women in here are younger. Hell, I was younger, first stretch I did.”

There was silence for a time, Butcher could sense that Shaw was examining her, ascertaining the extent of her injuries. After a time Shaw leant forward, “What happened, Butcher?”

Butcher looked across, amusement seeming to override pain in her face for a time, “Walked into a door, Governor,” she said, trying to instil eagerness into her voice. It must have worked as Shaw had to bite her lip and turn away for some seconds before she replied,

“That was probably a really stupid thing to ask, wasn’t it?”

“Oh I dunno,” Butcher replied, “was probably about ‘baby screw’ level.”

Shaw nodded agreement then, after a pause, asked, “How badly are you hurt?”

Butcher thought for a time then, “I think it’s just bruising, don’t think I’ve any breaks.”

“Alright, let’s get you down to the Hosp…”

“No,” Butcher’s interruption was quick, she turned to look at Geri, “not the Hospital. I’ve got to return to the Wing,” she swallowed quickly then added, “please, Shaw.”

Shaw sighed then, against her better judgement she nodded, “Okay,” she said, “but on one condition, Mr Marsh, Senior Hospital Officer will be across to examine you and treat any injuries.”

“Fine,” Butcher agreed, “back to the Wing then?” she began to push herself up from her seat.

Shaw rose at the same time, “Let me help you,” she began, but stopped when Butcher vigorously shook her head,

“No, Governor, I can manage.”

Geri Shaw stepped back reluctantly and watched as Butcher slowly, painfully, pushed herself upright, she took a few unsteady steps, sweat pouring from her face at the effort. A few more steps and Butcher suddenly stumbled and fell heavily against the older woman - Geri Shaw was hard pushed to support the convict for a few seconds.

Butcher took a few quick breaths, “Okay,” she said, “maybe I can’t manage.”

Shaw pulled Butcher’s arm across her shoulder and held Butcher around the waist, “Let me help you back to your cell,” she said softly, “the place is deserted, none of the women are there.”

Butcher nodded, “Alright, Shaw,” she said, “if you insist.”
Author:  MaryR [ Sat Jul 21, 2007 8:36 pm ]
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Bless her, if she could tuck her in and give her a hot water bottle, she would. And Butcher knows it.

Hard for both of them. :cry:

Thanks, Lesley
Author:  Rosalin [ Sat Jul 21, 2007 9:26 pm ]
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Butcher and Geri's friendship is lovely.

Thanks Lesley
Author:  Tara [ Sat Jul 21, 2007 11:37 pm ]
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I hope Butcher hasn't made an enemy of Mr Fielding - he's young enough to be threatened by what he sees as his authority being questioned, and not wise enough to see she didn't mean it like that. And if I were Geri, I'd be a mite concerned about the level of violence going on behind closed doors!
Glad that Geri had the opportunity to offer help, and that Butcher was able to accept it without compromising her position. I hope this doesn't knock her recovery back too much.

Edited because I can't spell!
Author:  Liane [ Sun Jul 22, 2007 4:33 pm ]
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Lesley wrote:
I used to spend six hours a week training - in Karate. :wink:

Remind me to never get on the wrong side of Lesley!

Thanks for the updates.
Author:  Lesley [ Sun Jul 22, 2007 10:02 pm ]
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Shaw helped Butcher all the way across to the Wing and into her cell. Various of the other officers offered to help but Shaw waved all of them away sensing that Butcher would not accept help from anyone else. On reaching Butcher’s cell, the Governor allowed Butcher to lie herself on the bunk. She looked across at Shaw,

“Sorry, Governor,” she said quietly, “I’ve bled down your suit.”

Geri looked down, blood from the wound above Butcher’s eye had soaked into her right lapel. She shrugged, “It’ll come out, it needed to be cleaned anyway.”

“Send me the bill,” Butcher replied, a slight smile on her lips.

Geri didn’t reply, instead leaving the cell, saying she had to return to work. She sent a message that Mr Marsh was to attend to Butcher at his convenience and then asked to see Mr Fielder. A long interview with the prison officer told the Governor all she needed about the scene in the Gym. She spent some time with him trying to persuade him that his approach, especially with experienced inmates like Butcher, could be counter-productive. However, although he stated that he understood and would take on board the criticism Geri wasn’t so sure. She would have felt happier had the new officer shown that he was aware that Butcher was hurt - but that fact seemed to have passed him by. He had already been placed on report by one of the experienced officers for missing items in a routine search, so this seemed to be more of the same. The Governor dismissed him with a sigh, not sure if he would reach the end of his probation.

Later that afternoon the Senior Hospital Officer stopped by to report,

“Well today’s been interesting, Geri,” he said as soon as he had sunk into the chair opposite Geri’s desk.

“Why’s that, Alan?”

“Well I did think, after getting rid of Butcher yesterday, that my staff and I would have a chance for a proper stock-take. But that’s had to be put on hold now.”

Shaw sighed, “You’ve had one or two admissions?”

“I’ve had four admissions,” Marsh returned, “all of whom seem to have, inexplicably, walked into a door, one of them repeatedly.”

“Four?” Shaw sounded surprised.

Marsh nodded, “Well five, really, because Butcher should be back in the hospital too - but she tells me that you gave her permission to stay on the Wing?”

“I did, Alan,” Shaw nodded, “what of the other four?”

“One with a fractured patella, one with a fractured ulna and radius, one with what I think are just bruised kidneys - she's passing blood at the moment but, with any luck, that will ease overnight, and the fourth…” Marsh paused before counting on his fingers, “severe and deep bruising to groin and stomach, fracture to left zygoma and three cracked ribs on her left side.”

Shaw looked over, “Who’s that last one?”

“Wade.”

Shaw nodded, “And Butcher?”

“Butcher has bruising to her ribs and face, there’s a possibility that she’s cracked a rib but it’s not one of those that had to be repaired. She also had to have seven stitches to the cut above her right eye. All five of them are insisting that they received these injuries by walking into a door - though at least one of them must have done so backwards - all five of them, in my professional opinion, got the injuries through fighting. And I’ll be reporting them as such - sorry Geri.”

Geri smiled, “That’s alright, Alan, you have to do your duty - I’ll just brace myself for the questions from the Board when they see this month’s statistics.”

Alan Marsh smiled sympathetically, “If it’s any consolation, Geri,” he continued, “I was chatting with some of the Wing Officers after seeing Butcher - they all said that the atmosphere in the prison has changed - it’s more settled. Whatever went on seems to have been for the better.”

It wasn’t until the following morning that the Governor got to see this at first hand. She arrived before the cells were opened in the morning and watched quietly as the Officers on duty went about their normal routine of opening all the cells and cajoling those of the inmates who seemed to be late risers. Being a Saturday morning the regime was somewhat more relaxed and inmates were not obliged to eat breakfast so some inmates didn’t appear. However one of the first cells opened was Butcher’s and Shaw watched as Butcher walked out seemingly unconcerned. Shaw’s sharp eyes noticed that Butcher wasn’t quite as steady as she appeared, but doubted any of the inmates would be able to see it. In addition Butcher walked with her left arm guarding her ribs. However this wasn’t what caught the Governor’s attention, instead it was that, not only did the rest of the women move out of Butcher’s way with speed, but that they seemed happy to do so.

On her way back from picking up a breakfast tray Butcher spied Shaw sitting in the Office. She walked across,

“Governor? Can I have a quick word?”

Shaw nodded, walked over to accompany Butcher back to her cell, “What is it, Butcher?”

“Wanted to say thanks, Governor, for yesterday,” Butcher replied, “I appreciate it.”

“You’re welcome, Butcher. I trust there won’t be a repeat of the problem?”

Butcher paused, about to refute any allegation that there had been a problem, then smiled, “No Governor, no repeat.”

Shaw nodded, warmed by the trust from Butcher, she started to walk across to the gate when Butcher’s voice stopped her, “Governor? Will you be seeing Annersley this weekend?”

Shaw frowned slightly, "Possibly, Butcher, it’s her School’s Half Term and I’ve been invited, why?”

“Just wondered if you could give her a message from me? It’s nothing dangerous or anything.”

“What’s the message?”

“Wondered if you could tell her thanks,” Butcher said, “remind her of the first time we met up, and when we spoke after the siege. The things she told me then, about being a leader, in charge - well, she was right and it worked.”

Shaw nodded, somewhat intrigued, “If I see her, I’ll tell her,” she promised.
Author:  Rosalin [ Sun Jul 22, 2007 10:22 pm ]
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Hope Fielder doesn't turn out to be too much of a problem. Glad the prison has settled down, although I don't envy Geri having to explain the sudden outbreak of dangerous doors :lol:

Thanks Lesley.
Author:  Kathy_S [ Mon Jul 23, 2007 3:49 pm ]
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Given who's in charge of the Board at the moment, this could get very ugly -- but I'm still for the most part relieved. Nice gesture on Butcher's part, sending the message to Hilda.

Thank you, Lesley!
Author:  Lesley [ Mon Jul 23, 2007 5:45 pm ]
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Early on Saturday morning both the Headmistress and Deputy Head were to be seen staring, forlornly, out of their lounge window into the torrential rain. Although dressed for running neither of the pair had actually suggested that they venture out. Eventually Miss Annersley sighed,

“Well? In your expert opinion, Nell, is it going to clear today?”

If anything Miss Wilson’s sigh was even deeper, “In my expert opinion, Hilda? Well taking into account the forecast on-line, the prevailing winds and the low pressure…” she stopped as her friend held up a hand,

“Nell, I’m not interested in the meteorology, just give me a simple answer, please.”

“Simple answer, Hilda? Well, in words of one syllable, it will rain all day, today.”

“Damn!” Hilda turned from the window and walked over to sit on the sofa, “That means all the activities we had planned for the School are going to be useless. I thought we were in the middle of a drought?”

“Australia is,” Nell replied, “but no one told this weather system – I think it’s taken a wrong turn.”

“Well couldn’t it have waited a few days? And by the way, Nell, ‘today’ has two syllables, not one,” behind her back Nell Wilson pulled a truly grotesque face, without even pausing for breath Hilda Annersley continued, “and if you keep doing that the wind will change and you’ll stay like it!”
Author:  MaryR [ Mon Jul 23, 2007 6:02 pm ]
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How very apposite! :lol: And tut tut, Hilda. :shock: Can't say I blame you, though.

Going back to the post before, what a wise woman Geri is - and so very sharp and preceptive.

And Butcher is to be admired for taking on board Hilda's words, rather than thinking she herself knew it all. Glad she asked Geri to pass on that message.

Thanks, Lesley
Author:  Rosalin [ Mon Jul 23, 2007 9:28 pm ]
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I counted the 'words of one syllable' as I went along :oops: At least I'm in good company.

If Australia's having a drought, I'm sure the UK could find them some spare rain.

Thank-you Lesley.
Author:  Tara [ Mon Jul 23, 2007 10:47 pm ]
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Interesting that the boundaries set up by Butcher's totalitarian regime provide a sense of security and stability - which, I guess, only works because of her honesty and reliablity, whether for good or ill. Come to think of it, much the same is true of Hilda and her regime ...

Just loved Hilda's syllable-counting, and the eyes in the back of her head!

Thanks, Lesley.
Author:  Cath V-P [ Mon Jul 23, 2007 11:39 pm ]
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Loved the syllable-counting..... :D

Hope they've got flood insurance! You never know when it will come in handy.... :lol:
Author:  Vikki [ Tue Jul 24, 2007 2:14 am ]
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Liane wrote:
Lesley wrote:
I used to spend six hours a week training - in Karate. :wink:

Remind me to never get on the wrong side of Lesley!

Thanks for the updates.


Just what I was thinking, Leanne!

Just caught up on a couple of weeks worth of posts. Thank you Lesley. Too much to comment on individual things, and other people have already said most of it anyway, but it's all excellent as usual!
Author:  Fiona Mc [ Tue Jul 24, 2007 6:35 am ]
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Hilda and Nell always get me laughing :lol: Glad Butcher got sorted out. Hope Fielder learns his lesson and doesn't cause trouble. Some people aren't destined to be Prison Officers
Thanks for the updates
Author:  Kathy_S [ Tue Jul 24, 2007 2:36 pm ]
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I always enjoy Hilda & Nell being themselves. :D

Thank you, Lesley.
Author:  Lesley [ Fri Jul 27, 2007 6:00 pm ]
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Apologies for the lack of updates - I hit another little block then, yesterday, when I intended to write the next bit, I discovered Harry Potter 7 - it was excellent! :lol:

A short time later, having decided that they would definitely not be out running today, the pair had both showered and changed. It was still early, the rising bell over in the Boarding Houses hadn’t yet rung and breakfast wouldn’t be ready for another hour. The two Senior members of Staff sat at their kitchen table with mugs of coffee and some biscuits, sheets of paper and pencils in front of them, trying to work out ways to keep the entire School amused for the day. They had only just started when the telephone rang; the Head walked into the lounge to answer it,

“Hilda Annersley here, oh Madge, how good to hear from you. How is everything?”

“Hilda, so glad I caught you, I thought you’d be up early,” Madge Russell’s voice sounded as though it was in the same room, rather than the other side of the world.

“One moment, Madge,” Hilda interrupted as Nell touched her arm, “what is it, Nell?”

“Give Madge and Joey my love,” Nell said quickly, “and fill me in on any news later - I’ve got an idea for what the School can do today.”

Hilda nodded, intrigued as to the idea, she watched as Nell began feverishly writing on one of the sheets of paper, her normal untidy scrawl even less legible than normal. Hilda smiled,

“Sorry about that, Madge, Nell needed to tell me something - she sends her love, by the way - we’re busy trying to find things to keep the School occupied as our outdoor activities have had to be cancelled due to rain.”

“Oh dear,” Madge replied, “yet the weather is glorious here at the moment. Still, never mind, I’m sure that, between the two of you, you can come up with something.”

When the rising bell sounded both the Head and Deputy Head were still fully engaged, Miss Annersley, in the lounge, on the telephone to Madge Russell and Miss Wilson, in the kitchen, still making plans and speaking with Miss Derwent and Karen Pfeifer on her mobile. At the sound of the bell signalling breakfast Nell Wilson looked up, flushed with success, she walked into the lounge to see Hilda sat with the phone to her ear but not speaking,

“Think I’ve got everything sorted out, did you want to check it?” Nell said to her partner.

Hilda Annersley looked across, her hand over the telephone receiver, “Excellent Nell, no, I don’t need to check it, I’ll hear when you inform the School. You go across to breakfast, I’ll join you as soon as I can.”

Nell frowned, “Problem?” she asked, indicating the phone and, by inference, Madge Russell.

“Possibly,” Hilda replied, her face unreadable as always, “I’ll be along as soon as I can…Yes Madge I’m still here,” Hilda smiled slightly at Nell and continued her conversation with Madge.

Over at the School the atmosphere as everyone sat down for breakfast was rather glum. Unusually almost the entire School were there for the Half Term weekend, there were no Guide camps or any other activities organised. The School had been informed of the plans for the weekend earlier in the week and were well aware that most of them had been designed for outdoors. As the entire School had had to trail through torrential rain to reach the Dining Room, from their respective Boarding Houses, they were well aware that the plans would have to be changed.

The atmosphere changed, however, when the Deputy Head literally bounced into the Dining Room. Everyone fell silent as she appeared and smiled round at the disappointed faces,

“It’s Half Term, everyone,” she said brightly, “How can you lot possibly look so miserable? Take no notice of the weather; we’ve got a full programme for all of you – I can guarantee you’ll enjoy yourselves. Now Miss Annersley is busy taking a telephone call and asked me to let you all start eating – she doesn’t want anyone fainting from hunger – and neither do I because I’d be the one in trouble!” she grinned across at some of the Junior tables and the girls there responded with delighted giggles. Nell Wilson smiled across at where Miss Derwent, Senior Mistress, sat, “Would you happen to know, Miss Derwent, if anyone is scheduled to say Grace?”

Ruth frowned slightly, “I’m afraid not, Miss Wilson,” she replied, “it’s normally Miss Annersley…”

“No matter,” Miss Wilson looked round, “I know that, being a weekend, we don’t normally have a formal Grace but, as we are all here, I think everyone should give thanks in their own way,” she bowed her head and there was a minute of silence, then, quietly, the Deputy Head spoke again,

“Bless us, O Lord, and thy gifts which we are about to receive from thy bounty. In Jesus Christ’s name I pray, who lives and reigns with the Father and the Holy Spirit. One God, forever and ever. Amen.”

At the end she ‘crossed’ herself then looked up, “Breakfast,” she announced, “I’m starving!”
Author:  Pat [ Fri Jul 27, 2007 6:07 pm ]
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Wonder how long the bounciness is going to last after Hilda finishes her phone call.
Author:  Rosalin [ Fri Jul 27, 2007 6:27 pm ]
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I'm looking foward to hearing what Nell has planned for half term.

Hope Madge's problem isn't too serious.

Thanks Lesley.
Author:  Vikki [ Fri Jul 27, 2007 7:16 pm ]
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Thank you Lesley!

Although HOW you can admit you were enjoying yourself reading Harry Potter while we all waited on tenterhooks for more of this, I just don't know!! :wink:
Author:  Sal [ Fri Jul 27, 2007 10:00 pm ]
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Hmm why do I sense the calm before the storm? Thanks Lesley
Author:  Kathy_S [ Sat Jul 28, 2007 5:06 am ]
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Oh, dear.
*starts thinking of things that could have gone wrong*

Thank you, Lesley.
(Yes, Harry Potter was very fine. :mrgreen:)
Author:  Lyanne [ Sat Jul 28, 2007 8:56 am ]
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Vikki wrote:
Thank you Lesley!

Although HOW you can admit you were enjoying yourself reading Harry Potter while we all waited on tenterhooks for more of this, I just don't know!! :wink:


Wouldn't it be funny if JK Rowling were on here, desperately waiting for more Consequences?
Author:  Pat [ Sat Jul 28, 2007 7:00 pm ]
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That would truly be wonderful!!!
Author:  Carolyn P [ Sat Jul 28, 2007 8:13 pm ]
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Well I'm not up to date on both Harry Potter and RCs, so anytime the authors fancy giving us more...! :lol:
Author:  Lesley [ Sun Jul 29, 2007 12:26 pm ]
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Carolyn P wrote:
Well I'm not up to date on both Harry Potter and RCs, so anytime the authors fancy giving us more...! :lol:


Did you mean now Carolyn? :lol:

Little appetiser.

The meal was almost over when, alerted by the sudden drop in noise levels throughout the Dining Room, Miss Wilson looked up to see the Head making her way across to the Staff Table. Miss Annersley smiled round at everyone before slipping into her chair and gratefully accepting the cup of coffee Nell held out for her.

“Thanks Nell,” she murmured, “My throat’s very dry from all the talking.”

“You said there were problems?” Nell asked quietly.

Hilda nodded, “Yes, potential ones, at least. I’ll tell you later, this is not something that should be public knowledge just yet.”

“Fine,” Nell Wilson sat back, content her friend would tell her when appropriate; she watched as the Head walked across to get something to eat before sitting back in her seat. She frowned, on the Head’s plate was one slice of toast.

“Hilda?” she murmured, “you will be eating more than that, won’t you?”

Miss Annersley flashed a look across at her friend, “I’m not hungry, Nell,” she replied quietly.

Miss Wilson sighed slightly then, her voice still very quiet, “Perhaps I should make myself a little clearer,” she said, “this is a statement, not a question. You will be eating more than that. You know what the doctor said when we both went for that ‘well-woman’ screening a few weeks ago?”

Hilda looked somewhat exasperated, “He said I was fine, Nell,” she said quickly, “that I was the correct weight for my height.”

“He said you were just the correct weight for your height,” Nell returned, careful to keep her voice so quiet that only her friend could hear, “by less that one kilogram so I understand? And you tend to lose weight if you don’t eat three square meals a day. Don’t you?”

It was Hilda’s turn to sigh, “I’m fine, Nell, stop fussing!”

Nell Wilson moved a little closer, “Hilda Mary Annersley you will ensure that you eat a proper breakfast, including cereal, cooked breakfast and toast. If you do not, I will ensure that you do myself - even if that means spoon feeding you.”
Author:  Lottie [ Sun Jul 29, 2007 12:56 pm ]
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Lesley wrote:
even if that means spoon feeding you

:lol: :lol: :lol: :lol: :lol: :lol: :lol: :lol:

Thanks, Lesley!
Author:  Jennie [ Sun Jul 29, 2007 12:58 pm ]
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Thanks, Lesley. I'm glad the block is over. It's so frustrating when you know the end of soething and can't get the bits in the middle.
Author:  Pat [ Sun Jul 29, 2007 2:32 pm ]
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I can just see Nell spoon feeding Hilda at the staff table!!! I think Hilda will eat a little more rather than that!
Author:  francesn [ Sun Jul 29, 2007 2:38 pm ]
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Yes, yes, yes but what ARE the problems?!

Thank you, Lesley - even if you are a tease
Author:  Kathy_S [ Sun Jul 29, 2007 5:13 pm ]
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Go, Nell!

Sounds like a worrisome situation coming up, though.

Thank you, Lesley.
Author:  Vikki [ Sun Jul 29, 2007 5:27 pm ]
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Thank you Lesley.
Hope Nell manages to get Hilda to spill the beans soon. :wink:
Author:  Sugar [ Sun Jul 29, 2007 7:17 pm ]
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:lol: Let's hope Hilda manages to eat enough to satisfy Nell. Hope there is nothing much wrong after the phonecall.

Thanks Lesley
Author:  Rosalin [ Sun Jul 29, 2007 8:38 pm ]
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I would like to see Nell spoon feeding Hilda in front of the entire school, but I suspect the threat will be enough.

Thanks Lesley.
Author:  Carolyn P [ Sun Jul 29, 2007 9:05 pm ]
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Oh lovely! :lol: :lol:

(and yes...I meant now!)
Author:  Lesley [ Sun Jul 29, 2007 9:25 pm ]
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There were a few seconds of silence during which Miss Annersley was observed to be staring directly into her Deputy’s eyes, as though searching for something. Whatever it was she appeared to find it as, with a sigh, she rose from the table and returned to where breakfasts were still be served. The tray that she brought back seemed to pass muster as far as Nell Wilson was concerned and, after a few minutes of obvious reluctance, the Head discovered that she was actually enjoying the food. Nell Wilson carefully did not say anything but her expression screamed the phrase ‘told you so,’ to those that could read it.

“Satisfied?” Miss Annersley’s comment was so quiet that it barely reached her partner’s ears. Nell Wilson smiled,

“So long as you eat all of it,” she replied, just as quietly, “you know what your metabolism is like.”

“Oh, alright,” the comment was said with some exasperation, “but I thought you’d decided not to bully me any longer?”

Nell Wilson sighed, “Only when you deserve it, Hilda,” she replied. There was a pause then she added, “I worry about you, you know?”

The Head did not reply but her hand reached up to rest on Nell’s shoulder for some seconds. Then, after finishing all on her plate, she rose and walked across to help herself to another roll. A little later when everyone, including Miss Annersley had finished. Nell Wilson rose to address the School,

“Now I know you were all disappointed about the weather because it’s meant all the activities we planned for today must be cancelled or postponed,” she began, “however we have managed to arrange a somewhat different but full programme for you, even though we are stuck indoors. So, first things first, as there appears to be a slight lull in the rain at the moment,” she indicated the windows through which everyone noted that the rain had reduced in intensity from ‘torrential’ to merely ‘heavy downpour’, “I want everyone to return to their Boarding Houses. Complete you normal tasks in there and change into your track suit and trainers - you will need to feel comfortable for the day! Also bring with you any book you might be reading - not School text books - and any craft work that you can easily carry. We want to ensure you have a good time so you have to be happy with what you’re doing,” she smiled round at the School, “we’ll see you in thirty minutes, in the Hall, where I’ll explain the programme for the day.”

The two Senior members of Staff waited until all the girls had filed out of the Dining Room before making there way across to their Studies. Inside Miss Wilson’s Study Nell looked across at her friend, “Well Hilda? What is it? Is Madge ill?”

Hilda shook her head, “No, Madge is fine - she says she’s had no further symptoms since Friday of last week. The funeral went as well as anything like that can go - all the Bettanys were there and most of the Russells and Maynards, only Sybil and Con were missing.”

Nell nodded, knowing that both mentioned were in the latter stages of pregnancy and unable to travel to England, “Did our wreath get there?”

Hilda nodded, “Yes, Madge sent her thanks, the flowers were beautiful, apparently.”

“Then what?”

“Madge and Joey are staying over there for now,” Hilda replied, “Mollie has, understandably, taken this extremely hard and is finding it difficult to cope. She seems to take comfort from having the two of them there.”

Nell shrugged, “Understandable,” she said, “but I can’t see any real problems - so they’ll be there for a couple of months.”

Hilda shook her head, “No,” she said, “that wasn’t the impression I received. During the conversation Madge mentioned at least four times just how much she had missed living in England, and how easy it would be to transfer RCS Industries to Europe. I think she is seriously contemplating it.”
Author:  Rosalin [ Sun Jul 29, 2007 9:32 pm ]
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That's a bit of a bombshell!

Thanks Lesley, off to think about the possible ramifications.
Author:  Pat [ Sun Jul 29, 2007 9:34 pm ]
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The immediate thought is - what about the school?
Author:  Cath V-P [ Sun Jul 29, 2007 11:48 pm ]
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Well, that's a bit unexpected!

Hmm, it might not be as easy as Madge thinks..... and I have a feeling there would be a certain amount of resistance from her staff and associates. It seems very unlike Madge somehow.
Author:  Jennie [ Mon Jul 30, 2007 12:18 pm ]
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Well, I'm sure Madge will see the sense in not doing it, when everything is is so well settled in Australia, and the development has all gone so smoothly. And I think Madge would find the UK very constricting when she tried to do what she has done at Pint Nepean.
Author:  MaryR [ Mon Jul 30, 2007 5:54 pm ]
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Just caught up on several episodes, Lesley, and squirmed at the *bullying*
and sympathised with the girls over their wet half term - and then you get Madge to throw that into the works. :shock: Dare one say the grass is always greener.... ?

Thanks, Lesley
Author:  Kathy_S [ Mon Jul 30, 2007 10:11 pm ]
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I suppose they could become a multinational corporation. :?

What next?

Thank you, Lesley.
Author:  Tara [ Mon Jul 30, 2007 10:25 pm ]
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I enjoyed Nell forcing Hilda to eat properly, but most appreciated the fact that what worked enough to make her eat that extra roll was Hilda's realisation of Nell's very real worry - lovely tender response there.

Well, and what's going on with Madge then? Is she rocked to her foundations by Dick's death and retreating to the safety of her home? Is she going to leave the school to its own devices? Are they going to have to move? That has enormous ramifications, and what worries me, too, is that job Nell's been offered ... are cracks appearing in the RCS structure?????
Author:  Vikki [ Tue Jul 31, 2007 9:31 pm ]
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Ulp!

This is NOT a good development!

More soon please Lesley, oh great and powerful queen of cliffs! :wink:
Author:  Lesley [ Tue Jul 31, 2007 10:00 pm ]
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Your wish is my command, Vikki! :wink:

“She’s not serious, is she?” Nell’s face showed her disbelief, “what about the School? The Hospital? What of her employees here in Melbourne, has she considered them?”

“I don’t think,” Hilda said carefully, “that she’s thought of any of that. Her brother dying has been a tremendous shock for Madge, far more so than we initially thought, Nell. Think about it, unlike those of us at the School, Madge had very little exposure to Elinor’s malevolence. Her life was very much a fairytale.”

“Well there were some problems,” Nell protested, “when we had to flee from Austria and later, when Josette was badly hurt.”

“True,” Hilda nodded, “but remember, Madge was rarely a major part of the books once we left Austria, then, after moving to Canada, even less so.”

“You think she became used to everything going well, then?”

“I do, and this continued even after we arrived here in this world, didn’t it? She was immediately successful again and, unlike the two of us, hasn’t been plagued with events and occurrences.”

“Except for that time when we were in the UK,” Nell mused thoughtfully, “we never did get to the bottom of that. So you think the shock of Dick Bettany dying might have…?”

“Might have caused her to reconsider her priorities, and one of them may well be to return home - after all, she lived in England for longer than any of us, didn’t she?”

“She did,” Nell returned, she sighed, “well I hope she reconsiders, that’s all.”

“If she did decide to move we would have to be consulted as Directors,” Hilda replied, “we’ll just have to wait and see,” Hilda stopped as a bell sounded, “and it’s time we went along to the Hall - so you can tell all of us about the plans for the day.”

“You’ll love them, Hilda,” Nell smiled, “trust me.”

Hilda did not look convinced.

…

Toward the centre of Melbourne, in a quiet, leafy suburb where all the houses were the type that were careful not to draw any attention to the fact that they were very expensive, Louise St John awoke to find that her husband was standing by their bed with a tray of coffee,

“Wake up sleepyhead!” Andrew smiled down, placing the tray on the bedside table, “give us a kiss before I have to go!”

Louise obligingly sat up and kissed Andrew, her hands stole around his neck and she pulled him down on top of her. The kiss went on for some time…

“Call in to the office,” Louise breathed into her husband’s ear, “tell them you’re sick, or something. It’s criminal making you work on a Saturday.”

Andrew groaned and bit Louise’s ear then, with a supreme effort, pushed himself back up to a standing position once more, “Sorry love, can’t do that, Martyn Parkes is relying on me to help him with all the paperwork for this case - he asked for me especially.”

“Martyn eh? And since when have you been calling one of the Partners by his first name. You never refer to Mr Atkins as William, do you?”

“I wouldn’t dare,” Andrew replied, “but he is Senior Partner - and a lot more formal than the other two. Anyway, Martyn told me himself to use his first name, said that he could foresee a great future ahead of me.”

“Yes, being his letter opener,” Louise jeered quietly, obvious pride in her eyes even so.

“For now, yes,” Andrew said as he straightened his tie and tucked his shirt back into his trousers, “but you wait and see. Oh by the way, you’ll be able to meet Martyn and the others in a couple of weeks.”

“How? Is it a Staff Barbie?”

“Not quite,” Andrew grinned as he reached down to quickly kiss Louise before pulling away so she couldn’t drag him down again, “the firm banks with the same people we do - they’ll be at the annual ball.”

“Good, I’ll be able to tell this Martyn what I think of him, making my husband work Saturday, especially when we’re all going across to the School.”

“Well you’d better take a dinghy with you,” Andrew said, looking out of the window, “it’s streaming down.” He walked over to the door, “I’ll join you early this afternoon, alright?”

“Alright,” Louise said somewhat sulkily, “don’t think I’ll have forgiven you by then, though.” She blew him a kiss before reaching across and picking up her somewhat neglected coffee.
Author:  Vikki [ Tue Jul 31, 2007 10:19 pm ]
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Huzzah! It worked. :wink:

Thank you Lesley!! :D
Author:  Rosalin [ Tue Jul 31, 2007 10:32 pm ]
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Lesley wrote:
She was immediately successful again and, unlike the two of us, hasn’t been plagued with events and occurrences.”


Most people aren't Nell. But we enjoy watching you come through them :D

Thanks Lesley.
Author:  Tara [ Tue Jul 31, 2007 10:36 pm ]
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Sounds as if Madge has really been rocked to her foundations by Dick's death. Hope it doesn't cause her to make foolish decisions. At least Hilda and Nell still have a voice in what happens. Talking of whom:
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“You’ll love them, Hilda,” Nell smiled, “trust me.”
Hilda did not look convinced.
:D :D
As for the rest, will file this new information quietly away and try to remember it for when it generates its own crisis!

Thanks, Lesley.
Author:  Josie [ Wed Aug 01, 2007 12:23 am ]
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Lordy - the RCS move back to the UK??!!!

Thanks Lesley - have finally caught up with this. Sorry it's taken me so long, RL has been a gigantic pain in the rear end this year.

There's too much for me to make too many individual comments but :cry: at Dick, as I said before, had a feeling we'd see Butcher again :wink: , urgh at Wade, vile woman and wondering when Rees will come back to bite Butcher on the bum.
Author:  Cath V-P [ Wed Aug 01, 2007 12:29 am ]
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Making a fundamentally life-altering decision in the immediate aftermath of a death is not recommended, and it's very unlike Madge - not to consider the terrible effect this would have on all her colleagues and employees.
Hmm, somewhere in the back of my brain there is a comment made by Cornelia to Hilda and Nell that if Madge seemed to be losing her integrity, they would have to step in and do something . . . I wonder if this is the time for that?

Thanks Lesley.
Author:  Jennie [ Wed Aug 01, 2007 2:52 pm ]
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I don't think it is a case of Madge losing her integrity, as much as wanting and needing to be near the places she knew as a young woman, almost as if they are a security blanket for her.

And once she returns to Australia and sees the problems that moving to the UK will cause, she will probably stay where she is.

Don't forget how many people are major shareholders, and will be entitled to make their own decisions and vote against her.
Author:  MaryR [ Wed Aug 01, 2007 5:15 pm ]
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But of course Madge would be upset by the death of her twin - and make decisions she might later regret while the balance of her mind is dicturbed. :cry:

Glad to see Louise and hubby still so happy. :D Hmm....

Thanks, Lesley
Author:  Tan [ Wed Aug 01, 2007 5:25 pm ]
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Hmm. Another spanner in the works. Madge's response is understandable, however, I don't know if many of the staff would be willing to uproot.

And on another note, how is Butcher?
Author:  Caroline OSullivan [ Wed Aug 01, 2007 5:31 pm ]
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Thanks Lesley :D

Good job Corney left Hilda and Nell the extra shares.
Author:  Lesley [ Wed Aug 01, 2007 7:42 pm ]
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Those living in Victoria - I know the prison named is a private one - but in this universe it is not! :lol:

At the State Prison there was a knock on the Governor’s Office door; the door opened and the Senior Officer looked in, “Visitor for you Governor,” he said formally.

Geri Shaw looked up, “Who is it, Alex?”

A different, more mature, voice answered from the corridor, “Who is it? It’s your worst nightmare, rookie! What do you think you’re doing behind that desk?”

Geri’s face changed from indignation to pleasure in a split second and she rose quickly, “Paul? Paul Rhodes you rat! Come in, come in!”

Beside Alex Wood a man of slightly over average height and with a rather thickened waistline, grinned across at the woman, “Had you worried there, didn’t I?”

Geri moved across to hug him firmly, “Rubbish, it’s more than twenty years since anyone called me that. Why should I be worried?” she turned to smile across at her Senior Officer, “Alex let me introduce Paul Rhodes, he’s Governor of Port Phillip Prison now, but, many years ago he was Senior Officer when I was a rookie. Paul, this is Alex Wood, my Senior Officer.

The two men shook hands, Alex asked a question, “Port Phillip? That’s the maximum security place isn’t it? Holds more than seven hundred men?”

“Seven hundred and forty-five,” Rhodes replied, “though it actually had nineteen places spare when I finished my shift yesterday.”

“Seven hundred and forty-five? That’s three times the number we’ve got here. But I thought it was privately operated?”

“It was until three years ago,” Rhodes replied, sinking into the seat Geri pointed him toward, “but we took over after a series of security errors. When I became Governor it was right at the bottom of the pile when it came to security, discipline and rehabilitation,” he shrugged, “it’s improved a bit since.”

“A bit?” Geri shook her head, “take no notice of his modesty, Alex, Port Phillip is now at the top.”

The three spoke for a time before Alex asked the question he was dying to ask, “So, Paul, what was Geri like as a rookie?”

Geri Shaw shook her head but said nothing, Rhodes smiled across at her before answering the question, “As a rookie? She was fine, good, served her probation period without any problems and…”

“Paul Rhodes if you keep lying like that I’ll tell Molly,” Shaw interrupted, “Alex, as a rookie I was anything but good. If anything I was worse, far worse, than young Mickey Fielder here. I was just out of university, thought I knew it all, wouldn’t listen to anyone,” Geri smiled across at Paul Rhodes, “and if it wasn’t for this man I would have been thrown out at my six month probation assessment.”

Alex looked across, his face showing his astonishment, “Really?”

Paul nodded slightly, “She did nearly get thrown out, it’s true. But she wasn’t all bad. I could see she had good stuff in her…”

“You were the only one that could,” Geri replied, “if it hadn’t been for you, for the way you helped me, answered all my questions, stopped me making so many mistakes…I owe you a lot, Paul.”

Rhodes smiled, “You’ve repaid my faith in you ten, twenty-fold,” he said, “and I’ll bet you do the same to your youngsters, don’t you?”

Shaw smiled in acknowledgement as a bell rang out.

Alex Wood rose, “Must go,” he said, "need to be on the Wing for when the inmates return." He shook Rhodes’ hand again before leaving. Rhodes looked after him,

“Seems a good man,” he said.

“Yes,” Geri replied, “very good. But I’m pleased with most of my people.”

“Not the rookies?”

Geri smiled, “Well, I’ve got four rookies at the moment, one’s a transfer from an auxiliary post…”

“Normally a good bet, they already know the job,” Rhodes put it.

“Yes, then, of the other three only one is causing problems.”

“This Mickey Fielder?”

“Yes,” Geri sighed, “not sure at the moment whether he’s salvageable.”
Author:  Sugar [ Wed Aug 01, 2007 8:27 pm ]
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Ohh interesting to see a face from Geri's past. Wonder what shes going to do about Felder though.
Author:  Rosalin [ Wed Aug 01, 2007 9:51 pm ]
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Hmm, is this just a friendly chat or does he want something? Geri has just said that she owes him :? (I'm sure I never used to be this suspicious)

Thanks Lesley.
Author:  Tara [ Wed Aug 01, 2007 10:25 pm ]
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I wonder whether the memory of her own chequered past will make Geri be more lenient towards Mickey than she would otherwise have been - and whether that'll turn out good or bad??? Good to have more of her background, anyway.
Author:  Vikki [ Wed Aug 01, 2007 10:29 pm ]
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Hmmm. Some interisting possibilities here. Thanks Lesley!
Author:  Cath V-P [ Thu Aug 02, 2007 12:03 am ]
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An interesting glimpse of Geri's past - but I think she will be clear-sighted enough to do what is best for Mickey and the prison.
Author:  Kathy_S [ Thu Aug 02, 2007 1:58 am ]
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Hmm, interesting to get more of Geri's background, and good to see she's thinking about Fielder, who seems as though he'd fit in all too well with the new head of the board. But, is anyone else wondering just why Paul has come to call? Or is it purely a friendship visit.

Thank you, Lesley.
Author:  MaryR [ Thu Aug 02, 2007 10:13 am ]
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I like the way Geri draws strong characters to her, and it will be handy to have such stalwart support behind her if/when anything happens.

Thanks, Lesley
Author:  Lesley [ Thu Aug 02, 2007 7:03 pm ]
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There was silence in the Governor’s office for a while after Shaw’s final point; then Rhodes sighed,

“It does happen,” he said with some regret, “not everyone is suited for prison work – we would be failing in our duty if we allowed someone to continue when they are so obviously not in the right post. I’ve had to terminate contracts before now – I’m sure you have too?”

Geri nodded, “Not as Governor, yet,” she said, “but as Senior Officer I’ve sent in reports to the Governor that I know will result in termination. Even of people who have passed their probation period on occasion – my report to Doreen about Nicola Gordon was, I know, instrumental in her being asked for her resignation before we formally sacked her.”

“That was after the siege here, wasn’t it?”

Geri nodded, “Yes. I don’t expect people to enjoy being held prisoner, be in fear for their lives, but when the inmates can see that four school teachers without any formal training acquit themselves with far more dignity and restraint than a trained prison officer – it’s time to question whether that person is in the right profession.”

“And what of your young Mickey? Is he in the right profession?”

Geri shook her head, “I don’t know,” she admitted, “in some ways he does remind me of me, he’s impatient with the way things are done, feels that we should be following the training college ideal, has absolutely no idea how to relate to the inmates yet expects instant obedience from them.”

“Like you, yes,” Rhodes agreed with a smile, “but does he care? About the inmates, I mean - because that’s what I saw in you all those years ago.”

“I don’t know, Paul,” Shaw admitted, “I don’t know whether he has that within him or not. I’m waiting to find out.

“Well let me know how it pans out, will you?” Rhodes replied, he then took a deep breath, “now, about why I’m here.”

“Oh yes, I wondered when we were going to get round to that,” Geri smiled, her expression suddenly became serious as she thought of something, “it’s not Molly, is it?”

Rhodes swallowed sharply, his wife of more than thirty years had recently been treated for breast cancer, “No,” he said quietly, “Molly’s doing fine, at least she is at the moment, when the next lot of chemo arrives she’ll be as sick as a dog but still…” he stopped for a moment, unable to quite voice the thoughts then shook himself, “in a way Molly being ill has been a trigger for me,” he said, “I’ve decided to take early retirement.”

“About time too,” Geri put in, “Molly’s been on at you for the last three years.”

“Yes but it was only when I thought I might lose her…now I’ve got a reason to retire, we both have. Anyway, I’ve spoken to Joyce Shipley, she’s agreeable, my date is set for June next year.”

“Why so long?”

“To give me time to train my successor,” Rhodes looked across speculatively, there was a pause then,

“Me? Succeed you as Governor of Port Phillip? You’re joking!” Shaw shook her head, “I’ve only been Governor for seven months, I’m the most junior Governor in the State.”

“You know as well as I that you could have been Governor years ago,” Rhodes put in, “You kept refusing because you didn’t want to come off the Wing. You’ve got more than enough experience.”

“There are people with far more, Paul, and people who really deserve it,” Shaw returned, “and besides…” she stopped.

“Besides?” Rhodes asked quietly.

“I can’t leave the people here, Paul,” Shaw replied, “not after all they went through at the beginning of the year and more recently. They need stability, they need someone that has their interests at heart - you know as well as I do that if the Governor keeps changing the prison loses out. They deserve more than that - I figure at least five years before I even consider moving on.”

“You’re not supposed to be the one with the prison sentence, Geri,” Rhodes said with a smile.

Shaw laughed, “I know but, five years? I think, in that time, I can make it far, far better than it is now. Make it a proper place of rehabilitation, not just punishment. So it helps the inmates, so we don’t get this cycle of offence and re-offence over and over again.”

Rhodes looked across, his eyes shining with pride, “I was right, what I saw in that rookie, all those years ago,” he remarked softly.

Shaw smiled, “I don’t know about that,” she said, “I’m none too popular with the Prison Board at the moment.”

“So I’ve heard. Joyce Shipley is convinced that you are too close to the inmates, that you’ve lost your sense of perspective. She cites your unhealthy relationship with one of your lifers, for example.”

“I suppose she means Butcher?” Geri smiled, “I wouldn’t call it unhealthy, quite the opposite, actually, it’s the reason I’m standing here talking to you.”

“Yes, I heard about her saving your life,” Rhodes smiled, “must admit, I can’t see Thorpe doing anything like that at Port Phillip - he’d be more likely to be holding the gun himself. I’d quite like to meet this Butcher - see what all the fuss is about.”

“I’ll take you down to the Wing then,” Geri rose as she spoke, she stopped, looked across at her friend, “I’m sorry Paul, to refuse your offer - it was an extremely generous one but…”

“I know, I must admit I didn’t hold out much hope that you’d accept - thought I should ask anyway.”

A short time later Geri Shaw led the older man through the Gate leading to North Wing. Being a Saturday the women were relaxing, most of them inside due to the torrential rain. Geri had a quick word with one of the Wing Officers and then walked with Rhodes along the corridors and into the rooms. They found Butcher, with a few of the other women, watching a film on TV. Geri called her over.

“Did you want me, Miss Shaw?” Butcher seemed to be moving a little better though it was obvious she was still in a great deal of pain. The bruise on her face was a livid purple and stretched from her forehead to her jaw.

“Yes Butcher, how are you?”

Butcher shrugged, “Can’t complain, Governor,” she said, “the bruising will ease - just give it time. Mr Marsh said I can get back in the gym Monday. Will just have to watch out for those doors, that’s all.”

“They do sound very dangerous,” Geri agreed solemnly, she took a breath, “I wanted you to meet someone,” she indicated the man beside her, “this is Governor Rhodes, he’s here visiting. He’s Governor of Port Phillip prison.”

Butcher looked across curiously, “Port Phillip? That’s the big one, isn’t it? Maximum security, but everyone has their own cell with all luxuries even TV? Sounds like a decent enough hotel - makes me wish I were a bloke.”

“I think the inmates would disagree with the term hotel,” Rhodes replied mildly, “we do our best to make their stay unpleasant.”

Butcher looked across, catching sight of the gleam in the man’s eye, she grinned, “Okay, point taken,” she said, “don’t suppose any prison is a barrel of laughs.”

Rhodes smiled, “I’ve heard a lot about you, Butcher, from prison officers and inmates.”

“Nothing good, I hope?”

Rhodes considered then nodded slowly, “Well, some good yes, I’m afraid so,” he thrust out a hand, “Governor Shaw is a very old and dear friend of mine - you saved her life - thank you.”

Butcher looked from Rhodes to Shaw, aware that, normally, inmates were not permitted to touch the Governor or any official visitors. Shaw nodded very slightly. Butcher reached out with her hand and clasped Rhodes’, “No problem,” she replied, “anytime. And thanks yourself, Mr Rhodes.”

“Governor Rhodes, Butcher,” Shaw put in quickly, “you should address him correctly.”

Butcher looked across, “Can’t do that, Shaw,” she said seriously, “only one Governor in this nick,” she nodded to both of them then returned to her film.
Author:  Carolyn P [ Thu Aug 02, 2007 8:20 pm ]
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Ooooh, nice..but if Geri isn't leaving why was this scene necessary....setting up for what I wonder???

The RCS after next probably!! :lol: :lol:
Author:  MaryR [ Thu Aug 02, 2007 9:13 pm ]
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Nice to see how highly respected Geri is - and I gurgled at Butcher's last words. :lol:

Thanks, Lesley
Author:  Vikki [ Thu Aug 02, 2007 10:28 pm ]
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LOL!
Thanks Lesley. That last line from Butcher was just wonderful!
Author:  Cath V-P [ Thu Aug 02, 2007 11:24 pm ]
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Good to see the confidence that Butcher and Geri have in one another - and deservedly so.
Loved Butcher's last line!
Author:  Kathy_S [ Fri Aug 03, 2007 3:31 am ]
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Hmm, if anyone were to need more proof of Geri's commitment, there it is. Very interesting....

Thank you, Lesley.
Author:  Tara [ Fri Aug 03, 2007 10:56 pm ]
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I wanted to cheer Geri in that! Her passionate commitment to her women, to turning their lives around and re-making them instead of merely punishing was inspiring. Why can't we act on the knowledge that it's the only thing that works and stops the cycle??? *Gets down off soapbox*.
Lovely interection between Rhodes and Butcher, and her refusal to call him Governor was class!
We haven't seen the last of all this, I'm sure.
Author:  Alex [ Sat Aug 04, 2007 4:43 pm ]
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Interesting. Nell and Geri both offered jobs elsewhere, Madge wants to go to Europe. Hmmmm. Has Lesley had enough? Is she about to do a JKR - kill off half the cast and tie up all the loose ends?
Author:  Sal [ Sat Aug 04, 2007 11:03 pm ]
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Alex wrote:
Interesting. Nell and Geri both offered jobs elsewhere, Madge wants to go to Europe. Hmmmm. Has Lesley had enough? Is she about to do a JKR - kill off half the cast and tie up all the loose ends?


NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!! :o :shock: :o


Thanks Lesley
Author:  Ray [ Sun Aug 05, 2007 9:29 am ]
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I--- wow. And, indeed, golly.

I've finally caught up and although I'm glad to have missed one or two of the cliffs, I'm now wibbling, at least partially, about what's going to come next.

Thank you, Lesley. (At least, I think so!)

Ray *can't think of too many better ways to spend a Sunday morning than catching up on RCS!*
Author:  Lesley [ Sun Aug 05, 2007 12:13 pm ]
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Considering that all plans had to be changed at the last minute; the weekend of Half Term went extremely well. Miss Annersley had sat and listened to her Deputy’s plans with a completely impassive expression however had resolved that, in future, she would take Nell’s excuse that she had ‘only been flicking the channels, she wasn’t watching it’ with a pinch of salt. Nell’s viewing history was clearly defined when she detailed a number of competitions that could only have come from watching These included a Gladiators competition in the gym and a ‘Ready, Steady, Cook!’ competition – presided over by Karen – with the winner having the kudos of having the Headmistress herself eating the best entries. As this was announced Hilda’s eyes bore directly into her partner’s back – perhaps Miss Wilson felt it as she stopped for a split-second in her recital to quickly glance over her shoulder.

The Head did not, however, say anything at the time; content to wait until she had her partner alone back in their cottage. She sighed to herself as she watched Nell Wilson efficiently arrange things so that all the pupils would have something to enjoy,

‘I’m really going to miss her,’ she said to herself, ‘ I know Ruth will be an excellent Deputy, and that Nancy will be able to take over the Senior Mistress post without any problems but still,” she sighed then straightened resolutely, “still, I’ve had her as my Deputy for long enough - she deserves her reward. And that post at the university sounds as though it is perfect for her. At least she can still make her home here - I don’t know whether I could accept it if it meant her leaving completely.’

She stopped as a huge burst of laughter suddenly rang out and had to quickly review the last few minutes of the Deputy Head’s speech to realise that Miss Wilson had proposed one other form of entertainment, that of playing in the rain. After a stunned silence the pupils had roared their approval - mainly, it should be said, the younger pupils, but with some of the Middles, Seniors and even Mistresses applauding.

‘Must remember to authorise bonuses for Karen’s Laundry staff,’ Miss Annersley said to herself, ‘they’ll earn it.’
Author:  Fiona Mc [ Sun Aug 05, 2007 12:20 pm ]
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Thanks Lesley. I really enjoy the stirring between Nell and Hilda and the way they interact. I'll miss Nell if she does lecture at the Uni
Author:  Jennie [ Sun Aug 05, 2007 12:31 pm ]
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Thanks, Lesley. And Madge wants to take them away from all that?
Author:  Rosalin [ Sun Aug 05, 2007 7:47 pm ]
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I'd forgotten about Nell and the university. I think I might have to start taking notes.

Thanks Lesley.
Author:  MaryR [ Sun Aug 05, 2007 7:48 pm ]
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:lol: :lol: at Nell's plans for the cookery winners.

Hilda, stop torturing yourself over Nell's job - or are you going to try and convince her to go. :shock:

Thanks, Lesley
Author:  wheelchairprincess [ Sun Aug 05, 2007 8:14 pm ]
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Finally managed to catch up with all RCS from the beginning.

So I guess there's just one thing to ask... More, Please!
Author:  Tara [ Sun Aug 05, 2007 10:48 pm ]
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Well, Hilda's got it all worked out, hasn't she - but has Nell actually given any indication of being prepared to go???? Of course Hilda will try to make her, and might even succeed, but I fear she's under-estimating how much she'll miss her if she does.

Loved Nell's choice of TV, and her blithe offering of Hilda as guinea-pig!
Author:  Cath V-P [ Mon Aug 06, 2007 2:58 am ]
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Loved Nell's secret history of tv watching - and her awareness of that laser-beam look! :lol:

Does Nell really want to go? She hasn't said much about it .... don't do it Nell, it couldn't possible measure up. Besides, teaching and being enrolled for a PhD as well?! It's a killer workload.
Author:  Kathy_S [ Mon Aug 06, 2007 2:33 pm ]
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:lol: Nell's weekend plans
Hope they can lighten Hilda's spirits a little.
Author:  Vikki [ Mon Aug 06, 2007 4:40 pm ]
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Thanks Lesley!

(and may I join them for playing in the rain?)
Author:  Lesley [ Mon Aug 06, 2007 6:33 pm ]
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Half Term over the School settled in to its normal routine; at a regular meeting for all teaching Department Heads, the two new members of Staff were discussed - both had been performing well within the Science and Languages Departments and were already feeling a part of the RCS family. The rest of the week and into the next went smoothly, so, when, one day, just before lunch, there was a knock on her Study door, Miss Annersley was not expecting any problems. When the door opened she looked up to see a member of the Domestic Staff standing there, she smiled,

“Mrs Farman? Did you need to get into the office to clean?”

Kath Farman shook her head and Miss Annersley immediately noticed that the woman was looking very worried. The Head switched off her computer and rose,

Why don’t you come in,” she said gently, “and tell me what’s wrong?”

A short time later Kath Farman was sitting at the oval table, a mug of coffee in her hands, after taking a sip she looked across at the quiet woman opposite, “You know I’m covering for Karen today?”

Hilda Annersley nodded; Karen Pfeiffer was away attending a study day for the course she was taking – a Diploma in Hospitality Management.

“Well I had a member of staff come to see me this morning, about ten o’clock, asking for some time off as a friend had called and was in trouble,” Kath said quietly, “she was up-to-date on her work and had never asked anything like this before, so I said she could go, be back by lunchtime.”

“And she hasn’t returned?”

Kath shook her head, “There’s more,” she said, “it was Cherry.”

“Cherry?” For once the Head’s calm deserted her and the other woman appeared to flinch back somewhat, perhaps Hilda noticed as she immediately smiled across at Kath, “sorry, it was just a shock, that’s all. Did Cherry give you the name of this friend?”

Kath thought for a time then, hesitantly, she replied, “I think she said Jan, or maybe Jen, yes Jen, I think. But she didn’t say where she was going or anything, I’m really sorry, Miss Annersley, maybe I shouldn’t have said she could go, or maybe I should have told you first, but…”

Miss Annersley reached across and placed a hand on Kath’s shoulder, “You’ve done nothing wrong,” she said calmly, “Cherry is an adult, you considered her request in the same way as anyone else in your team. Now, did she definitely say she would be back by lunch?”

Kath nodded, “Yes, or at least, she said she’d be back or would call, she’s not called and I’ve tried her mobile and can’t get through. I’m really sorry Miss Annersley…”

“I thought I just said you had no reason to apologise?” Hilda smiled, “and while I think of it, my name is Hilda. You are Karen’s Deputy so it’s likely that you and I will come across one another far more frequently in the future. Leave ‘Miss Annersley’ for formal occasions and in front of the pupils, alright?”

Kath Farman smiled slightly, “I’m not really Karen’s Deputy,” she said, “I’m just the most experienced of her staff. I’m only a cleaner…”

“You’re not only anything, Kath,” Hilda returned, “and as Karen has left you in charge that definitely makes you her Deputy – perhaps I should take a look at your salary, ensure that it reflects your new role.”

“Thanks Mis…I mean, Hilda,” Kath said with a smile.

Hilda smiled, “That wasn’t too difficult, was it?” she asked, “Now, leave this situation with me, it’s possible that Cherry will return in the next few minutes but, if she doesn’t, I’ll look into it. You’re not to worry.”

The Head continued to smile until after the door had closed behind Kath Farman, then she sighed, her expression changing to one of concern; she reached across for her own mobile and dialled Cherry’s number. After a short wait she heard the call answered but was unable to understand anything that was said – the signal being too faint. At that moment there was the sound of the bell signalling the end of lessons. ‘I wonder if Nell knows any more about where this Jen lives,’ Hilda thought to herself. She was just about to slip next door to ask when her mobile rang, the number on the screen a pay phone.

“Hilda Annersley speaking.”

“Hilda? It’s Cherry, couldn’t get a signal on my phone. I need your help.”
Author:  MaryR [ Mon Aug 06, 2007 7:05 pm ]
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Of course she does!! Doesn't everyone? :shock:

That was lovely of Hilda, but now what? Jen causing problems?

Thanks, Lesley
Author:  wheelchairprincess [ Mon Aug 06, 2007 7:19 pm ]
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ugh *wibbles slightly* :s
Author:  Jennie [ Mon Aug 06, 2007 7:27 pm ]
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Oh dear, I hope Cherry will be all right. Mind you, it takes a very good opponent to stand up to Hilda and Nell.
Author:  Vikki [ Mon Aug 06, 2007 8:37 pm ]
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Aaaaaaaaaaaaargh!!!

Should have known there was something like this on the way! :roll:
Thanks Lesley!
Author:  Ray [ Mon Aug 06, 2007 9:33 pm ]
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Meeeeeep.

Ray *nibbling her nails*
Author:  Tara [ Mon Aug 06, 2007 10:31 pm ]
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Just exactly what I was going to say, Ray! Meep, indeed. I knew that Jen was trouble ...

Liked the way Hilda dealt with Kath. Certainly not 'only' anything.

Goes away, wibbling.
Author:  Rosalin [ Mon Aug 06, 2007 10:39 pm ]
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*joins in the wibbling*

And is Jen causing Cherry's trouble, or sharing in it?

Thanks Lesley.
Author:  Cath V-P [ Mon Aug 06, 2007 11:17 pm ]
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Miss Annersley was not expecting any problems.
Famous last words!!! :lol:

I loved the way Hilda took the time to review Kath Farman's work situation even though she was worried.

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"I’m only a cleaner…”
“You’re not only anything, Kath,"
Typical Hilda....

Hope Cherry is alright.
Author:  Bookwormsarah [ Tue Aug 07, 2007 9:40 am ]
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Lesley wrote:
“Good, I’ll be able to tell this Martyn what I think of him, making my husband work Saturday, especially when we’re all going across to the School.”

“Well you’d better take a dinghy with you,” Andrew said, looking out of the window, “it’s streaming down.” He walked over to the door, “I’ll join you early this afternoon, alright?”

“Alright,” Louise said somewhat sulkily, “don’t think I’ll have forgiven you by then, though.” She blew him a kiss before reaching across and picking up her somewhat neglected coffee.


Is it just me to see something ominous in this? Is Andrew going to do a Reg and get caught in the floods somehow?

Excuse me, I'll be the one worrying gently in the corner... :wink:
Author:  Lesley [ Tue Aug 07, 2007 12:40 pm ]
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Sneaking on at work! :oops:

Luckily, as far as Hilda was concerned, Miss Wilson was in her Study when, seconds after hearing from Cherry she quickly knocked and entered. It took a very short time for Hilda to bring her friend ‘up-to-date’ and Nell immediately rose,

“Well what are we waiting for? Come on!”

Miss Annersley shook her head, “We can’t both go, Nell. Ruth isn’t here, remember?” Ruth Derwent was another attending a study day.

“Bother, forgot about that,” Nell thought for a moment, “well in that case you’d better get going hadn’t you?”

“You’re sure?”

“Of course I’m sure,” Nell grinned across at her partner, “I’ll mind the store.”

Hilda nodded and turned toward the door when Nell spoke again,

“Take care, Hilda.”

Hilda turned back, “I promise,” she said solemnly.

…

The afternoon dragged on; Miss Wilson took the Head’s position for lunch and waved away any concern about where Miss Annersley had gone. That afternoon she attended a meeting of the Housemistresses, taking note of which Boarding Houses seemed to be having the most problems – she wasn’t surprised to find it was those with the Thirds and Fourths – the Middles were always a major problem! Later she sat in her Study, ostensibly going through some of the questions submitted by her Department – she was in the process of putting together a ‘General Science’ exam for the Juniors. She did not get a great deal of work done, however, as her thoughts kept returning to her partner and Cherry. She rose from her desk and walked over to look out of the window, thinking hard,

“I know she really looks on Hilda as her ‘substitute mother’, Nell said softly to herself, “and that’s to be expected really, I mean, it was Hilda who first befriended her, wasn’t it? Hilda who gave her a home here. I was just an extra really, a bonus. Hilda’s partner so, when Cherry decided to adopt her I came along. But I do care about her, just not always so good at showing it.” She paced slowly back and forth across the carpet, thinking deeply, then took a deep breath before stopping and facing a mirror on the wall near the sink. She gazed across at her reflection, a fairly tall, very fit looking middle-aged woman. Deep auburn hair and grey eyes, some lines, mainly laughter lines though there were a few that spoke of a quick temper. “I’ve been her deputy almost all my life,” she said quietly, “but is that all I want? Am I to be defined by that forever? Is that what I want?”
Author:  Jennie [ Tue Aug 07, 2007 1:02 pm ]
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I see that Nell is beginning to do some soul-searching, and asking herself some very awkward questions. I wonder how she will answer them.
Author:  Rosalin [ Tue Aug 07, 2007 1:19 pm ]
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It's a fair question. While some people are perfectly cut out for the role of deputy Nell is a leader. But then again she's not just any deputy, she's Hilda's deputy.

Looking foward to finding out what she decides.

Thanks Lesley.
Author:  wheelchairprincess [ Tue Aug 07, 2007 2:54 pm ]
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Intriguing.

What next, I wonder?
Author:  Kathy_S [ Tue Aug 07, 2007 3:12 pm ]
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Yes, Nell really does need to think things through properly now. Much better than to stay on autopilot, even if the results are the same.

*hopes Cherry and/or friend aren't in too much trouble*

Thank you, Lesley.
Author:  Tan [ Tue Aug 07, 2007 8:14 pm ]
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Thanks for the updates Lesley. I am not sure who to be most worried for!!
Author:  Tara [ Tue Aug 07, 2007 10:18 pm ]
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But I do care about her, just not always so good at showing it.
((Nell)). It's always more difficult to be the one left worrying at home of course - and proactive Nell isn't used to being it! Is it this, and the thought of being the 'added extra' to Hilda in Cherry's life that has brought on this unaccustomed introspection?
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“I’ve been her deputy almost all my life,” she said quietly, “but is that all I want? Am I to be defined by that forever? Is that what I want?”
A good question, given Nell's obvious leadership potential, and one that must be answered if she's asking it. Perhaps she needs to go away to be sure she wants to stay?
Meanwhile, what's happening to Hilda???
Author:  Cath V-P [ Tue Aug 07, 2007 11:59 pm ]
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This really isn't surprising, that Nell would ask herself these questions; after all she is being given opportunities that would never have arisen in the fictional world (tries not to think about the implications of this comment! :lol:), and being asked to make choices and decisions that were previously unthought-of. And she is not a person who would flinch from at least considering other possibilities.

Thank you for sneaking on at work Lesley!
Author:  Fiona Mc [ Wed Aug 08, 2007 7:18 am ]
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Thanks Lesley. Hope all is well with Cherry and Jen and I think it's understandable Nell may want more than what she has now
Author:  Jennie [ Wed Aug 08, 2007 1:10 pm ]
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Ah, but let's remember that Robbie thinks of Nell and Hilda as equal grandmothers,a nd makes no distinction between them.

I feel that Nell is wondering whether to change her life or not, and is feeling a bit blue, hence the worries. And she wants in on the action, not to be left behind.
Author:  MaryR [ Wed Aug 08, 2007 3:09 pm ]
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Lesley wrote:
"Take care, Hilda.”

Hilda turned back, “I promise,” she said solemnly.

Now if that's not tempting fate, I don't know what is! :lol: And maybe Hilda tempting that fate will answer Nell's questions. Ho hum!

Sorry, Lesley :oops: - and thanks!
Author:  Alex [ Wed Aug 08, 2007 8:52 pm ]
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Are we allowed to know where they are?
Author:  Pat [ Wed Aug 08, 2007 8:57 pm ]
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It's nice to catch up on a week's worth of RCS, but there weren't enough! Keep posting please Lesley.l
Author:  Lesley [ Wed Aug 08, 2007 9:42 pm ]
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The questions unanswered Nell Wilson returned to her desk; concentrated on her work, being Science Department Head, Deputy Headmistress, covering for her friend. So engrossed did she become in her work that she barely registered when the afternoon break occurred and was suddenly surprised when Rosalie Dene appeared with cup of tea and some biscuits,

“You’re working too hard, Nell,” the Office Manager chided, “you should be ashamed, you’re always telling Hilda off for the same fault, aren’t you?”

Nell smiled and waved for Rosalie to join her, Rosalie disappeared to return with her own mug,

“This is nice,” she said with a smile, “a little oasis from the chaos out there.”

Nell frowned very slightly, “Problems?”

Rosalie shook her head, “No, nothing we can’t handle, just the normal panic that everything’s not going to get done.”

“But you love it really, don’t you?” Nell said with insight.

Rosalie nodded, “Yes I do,” she confessed, “I wasn’t sure, you know? When we first entered this world I didn’t know if this was what I wanted but,” she shrugged, “I’m doing a job I love, but with far more responsibility. I have a team of people to manage, I’ve been able to attend updates and get more qualifications. And I love it here, it’s my home, not just my place of work.”

Nell nodded in turn, “What about outside of the School?” she asked.

“Outside?” Rosalie thought for a minute, “I have friends outside the School, not just Grizel and Joey either, friends that I’ve made while on my course. I have interests away from here – I go horse riding twice a week and I’ve started going to the rugby every week. I’m not just restricted to the School, I’ve got a very full life.” She finished her drink and rose, “Talking of which, I must go, have any number of deadlines for today. Thanks Nell.”

“Thank you, Rosalie,” Nell replied quietly. She returned to her work, thinking deeply; she was still working hard when there was a phone call,

“Nell? It’s Nancy Chester, I’m in the Reception Class, can you come down? There’s a problem, Robbie‘s been hurt.”

A short time later Nell was standing in the playground used by the Reception and Preparation classes of the Kindergarten, listening while Nancy and Susan Tinning detailed what had happened.

“This surface is supposed to mean that the children don’t hurt themselves badly when they fall, Nell,” Susan was saying, “it’s inevitable that we get accidents so, when Madge was looking at having separate playgrounds for the babies she had this special surface put down - so that the injuries would be far less.”

“And you don’t think it’s working?”

Susan shook her head, “I’ve had two occasions when one or more of the babes has gone over, so has Cathy, I think Sugar and Kathie Robertson have also had casualties - but this term they have been far worse.”

Nancy took up the tale, “I’d agree, Nell, I know it’s Robbie this time but it could just have easily been any of them - the whole class were playing aeroplanes and chasing each other all over the playground.”

Nell looked over the playground once more, “Well then, I think it’s time I had a word with the people that laid this flooring. Ask them to explain why my Kinders are being hurt.”

At that point the bell rang for the end of lessons and the Kindergarten streamed out. One of them, catching sight of the woman standing beside the Nurse, let out a yell,

“Grandma!” Robbie came running over to throw his arms around Nell in a huge hug.

Nell reached down and lifted Robbie into the air, “Now you be careful, Robbie,” she said quickly, “you’ve already fallen over once today. Did you hurt yourself?”

“I hurt my knees Grandma, look!”

Robbie pointed down to where both his knees were quite badly grazed and covered in antiseptic cream, he frowned slightly in thought, “I did cry a little bit, Grandma,” he confessed, “but only ‘cos it really really hurt. But I didn’t cry like Annabel, she was a big baby and she only hurted one knee.”

Nell smiled, turning to Nancy and Sue she told the pair that she would be in touch with the manufacturers before walking back across to her Study. Robbie quickly climbing round so that he could ride on her shoulders. If anyone thought the sight rather strange, seeing the Deputy Headmistress with a little boy sitting on her shoulders as she walked through the School, no one considered it worth mentioning.
Author:  Ray [ Wed Aug 08, 2007 10:02 pm ]
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*giggles*

What a lovely mental image - though I'm a little worried by the flooring problems...

Ray *wanders off to bed still giggling*
Author:  wheelchairprincess [ Wed Aug 08, 2007 10:23 pm ]
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Lovely Robbie and Lovely Nell. But the flooring does sound ominous!
Author:  Rosalin [ Wed Aug 08, 2007 10:43 pm ]
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I expect by now everyone just says "Oh, it's Robbie" and gets on with what ever they were doing.

Thanks Lesley.
Author:  Tara [ Wed Aug 08, 2007 11:04 pm ]
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Nell obviously found Rosalie's remarks helpful (btw is Rosalie watching the rugby or playing??), but which bit in particular?. I'll be fascinated to see how she works out her dilemma. Lovely picture of her striding nonchalantly along with Robbie on her shoulders! And I suspect Mary R and I are having the same wonders about Hilda and what she's got herself into, and what the ... um ... consequences ... will be.
Cath V-P wrote:
she is being given opportunities that would never have arisen in the fictional world

Yes, I know just what you mean, Cath, but are we all quite mad??? :D

Thank you, Lesley, I'm mightily intrigued by this.
Author:  Cath V-P [ Thu Aug 09, 2007 12:23 am ]
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"my Kinders" . . . says it all doesn't it? Loved the final picture of her with Robbie.

Now, I wonder what has happened to Cherry and Hilda.....
Author:  MaryR [ Thu Aug 09, 2007 10:21 am ]
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Clearly Rosalie has given Nell much to think about - hope the fact that Rosalie regards it as home will help Nell.

Thanks, Lesley
Author:  Karry [ Thu Aug 09, 2007 11:52 am ]
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Quote:
(btw is Rosalie watching the rugby or playing??),


The mind boggles! Would Rosalie play scrum half, orprefer being in the middle of the scrum?
:D
Author:  Jennie [ Thu Aug 09, 2007 1:00 pm ]
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Thanks, Lesley.
Author:  Lesley [ Thu Aug 09, 2007 9:00 pm ]
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Back in her Office Nell lifted Robbie down to sit in one of the chairs and quickly walked out to the Admin Block kitchen. On her way there she spoke to Rosalie, asking her to retrieve the contact details for the contractor responsible for the specialised flooring for the Kindergarten. In the fridge were a number of bottles of orange juice, bought just for Robbie, she returned with a couple of these to find Robbie flicking through one of her Chemistry textbooks on Organic Chemistry.

“Grandma, where are the pictures?”

Nell removed the book from Robbie’s rather sticky fingers and replaced it with a drink, placing the textbook on her shelves she picked out a rather slimmer volume,

“Here Robbie, take a look at this, it has some lovely pictures of the planets and stars,” she placed a copy of an Open University book entitled ’Pictures of the Solar System’ in front of him. Robbie turned the pages while drinking his juice,

“Grandma? Can we go and live on Mars?”

”No darling, no one has managed to get there yet.”

Robbie frowned at this, “But how did the man draw the pictures?” he asked, with some justification.

Nell smiled, “Some spaceships have travelled there,” she explained, “and they sent back pictures. The person that drew this probably looked at the pictures and then imagined how it would look if you were standing there.”

Robbie nodded, “Will a spaceship take peoples there soon?”

“I don’t know, Robbie, it would cost a lot of money.”

“A hundred thousand dollars, Grandma?”

“Lots more than that, I’m afraid,” Nell smiled, the door opened and Rosalie appeared; she handed Nell a file and smiled across at Robbie before leaving the room once more,” Now you look at the pictures for now, I’ve got to make a call.”

“Yes Grandma,” Robbie said quietly, turning the pages on his book to where there were pictures of the surface of Venus.

Nell watched him for a while then sat in her chair and reached for the file and her telephone, she dialled a number, “I’d like to speak to Mr Haines, please. Yes Mr Haines, owner of the company. What is it about? A complaint about some work his company performed some three and a half years ago. No, I don’t want to speak to anyone else about my complaint. No matter, I’ll wait, while I’m waiting just inform Mr Haines that I will be speaking with the Press, the Trading Standard Office and the local Building Association - I think they may wish to revoke his…oh, Mr Haines, how nice of you to take time to speak with me.”

Robbie looked across; Grandma Nell wasn’t really watching him, she was far too interested in talking to that Mister Aines. Mister Aines must have been really naughty as Grandma was talking to him with her ‘cross’ voice and she was frowning at the phone.

“No I will not accept one of your most experienced operatives, Mr Haines, I expect you, personally, to be here first thing tomorrow morning to examine this flooring and give your expert opinion as to whether it is a suitable surface on which to allow small children to play. I have a copy of your 2003 brochure in front of me, Mr Haines- strange but even though I have read it from cover to cover I see no sign of the paragraph that details that any child falling on this surface will rip the flesh from their knees - was this omitted in error? Thank you Mr Haines, I will expect you by eight-thirty.”

Robbie had taken the opportunity of his Grandma being busy to attempt to reach the Chemistry book on the high shelf, so he was disappointed when Nell finished her conversation and looked up, “Oh no you don’t, monster.” Nell swiftly moved across and lifted Robbie from the shelves. She tucked him under her arm and strolled back to her chair, “Let’s have a look at these knees then,” she said, sitting him on her lap.
Author:  wheelchairprincess [ Thu Aug 09, 2007 9:09 pm ]
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Love Nell's way of getting Mr Haines attention. And love Robbie's thinking and trying to take advantage!

The thing where she tucks him under her arm shows just how far they've come from the EBD CS where no such thing would have happened.
Author:  MaryR [ Thu Aug 09, 2007 9:10 pm ]
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Go for it, Nell. :lol: I can see you imitating the flooring and ripping the flesh off * Mr Aines* if he doesn't come up to scratch tomorrow!

Thanks, Lesley
Author:  Rosalin [ Thu Aug 09, 2007 10:10 pm ]
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Lesley wrote:
even though I have read it from cover to cover I see no sign of the paragraph that details that any child falling on this surface will rip the flesh from their knees - was this omitted in error?


Odd they left that bit out :lol:

Nell certainly gets the job done, and in time to prevent Robbie demolishing her office. Surely she belongs right where she is.

Thanks Lesley.
Author:  Tara [ Thu Aug 09, 2007 11:02 pm ]
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One could almost feel sorry for Mr Haines! He really doesn't stand a chance against Nell's remorseless harrying, does he; she takes no prisoners. :D Anyway, he deserves everything he gets.
Loved how she managed simultaneousy to thwart Robbie's less helpful intentions.
Rosalin wrote:
Surely she belongs right where she is.
Oh yes, yes, a thousand times yes. But she does deserve the other opportunities, too.
Author:  Cath V-P [ Thu Aug 09, 2007 11:17 pm ]
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I do admire Nell's style....I have a feeling Mr 'Aines is dreading the morrow! :lol:

Loved Robbie's "Where are the pictures?" Very similar to my son currently revising for his Chemistry HSC! :D
Author:  Kathy_S [ Fri Aug 10, 2007 3:09 am ]
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How odd -- organic books usually have lots of pictures, just waiting to have their ring systems colored in. :lol:

Robbie seems to have Mr. Haines pegged correctly. :twisted: *suspects company used old-fashioned gravel when comparing its product with Brand X*

Thank you, Lesley.
Author:  Ruth B [ Fri Aug 10, 2007 11:37 am ]
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Robbie looked across; Grandma Nell wasn’t really watching him, she was far too interested in talking to that Mister Aines. Mister Aines must have been really naughty as Grandma was talking to him with her ‘cross’ voice and she was frowning at the phone.


I do love the Robbie view of the world.
Author:  Jennie [ Fri Aug 10, 2007 12:50 pm ]
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Thanks, Lesley, It's good to see Nell is in top form.
Author:  Alex [ Fri Aug 10, 2007 9:54 pm ]
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If Robbie can be naughty there's clearly no lasting damage.
Author:  Lesley [ Sat Aug 11, 2007 7:49 pm ]
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When Hilda Annersley left the Real Chalet School she did not go alone; Cherry had been able to tell her a little about the situation into which she was heading and so Hilda had stopped off in the Gatehouse and spoken with John Coates. The result of this conversation was that Hilda was being driven in one of the School jeeps by Tom Brookes. On hearing where Hilda proposed to go, John had argued long and hard that he should go with her himself, it had taken all of Hilda considerable powers of persuasion to convince John that the girl that Cherry was trying to help would immediately shy away from John, but might just accept someone far more innocent, like Tom.

The two travelled to the address Cherry had given Hilda in silence, eventually drawing up outside a run-down block of flats. Hilda got out and looked round. She knew she was in the area known as ‘Dockside’ and that this area was supposed to have benefited in recent years from a significant amount of urban regeneration. The Head looked round, boarded up shops, burnt out cars and the smell of decay met her senses.

“Are you sure this was the right address, Miss Annersley?”

Hilda looked across and smiled at the worried sounding Tom, “Yes, I’m sure,” she replied, “Cherry said that she would…ah, there she is,” she stopped as a familiar figure appeared in the doorway to the flats.

“Hilda, I’m so pleased you’re here,” Cherry moved across and rested her head on Hilda’s shoulder. Hilda placed her arms around Cherry,

“You said you needed my help, Cherry, what can I do?”

“Come inside with me,” Cherry said quickly, she hesitated, looked across at the School jeep and Tom Brookes, “Tom, you’d better stay out here, if you don’t, the jeep will be stripped in under a minute.”

“No problem,” Tom said, glancing round rather uneasily, “you be quick though.”

Cherry nodded and walked, with Hilda to the entrance, as they walked inside Hilda turned to Cherry,

“Did you leave your car in another street, Cherry?”

Cherry shook her head, “I didn’t bring my car, I know what this neighbourhood is like.”

“You do?”

Cherry nodded, her face grim, “We used to live here,” she said quietly, “Robbie and me. We had one of these flats,” there was a short pause before Cherry continued speaking very quickly, “I know, the neighbourhood is a total rat-hole, the cops rarely come into this area and when they do they’re normally all in riot gear. There’s drugs and prostitutes all over, I know it’s a terrible place to try and bring up a kid. But it was all I could afford,” she pointed, “there’s a really decent park two blocks over, Robbie used to feed the ducks. It’s got a playground and everything. And there’s a good nursery just fifteen minutes walk away; Robbie used to go four mornings a week.”

“Shhhhh, it’s alright Cherry,” Hilda placed an arm around the girl’s shoulders, “I know that you did the best you could. And both Robbie and you are testament to just how good that best was,” Hilda smiled, “now, before I manage to mangle any more of the English language, you wanted my help, yes?”

Cherry nodded, “Yes, because one of my neighbours was Jen Sutton, she lived and still lives here, with her little girl, Lindy.”

“She’s the friend you met when shopping last month?”

“Yes, I gave her my mobile number, told her to call if she was in any trouble, she called.”

Cherry led the way up the stairs, on the third floor she pointed to a door, “That was our flat,” she said quickly, “and this one is Jen’s.”

Hilda followed Cherry inside, the flat was tiny, one main sitting room which doubled as a bedroom, a tiny kitchen and an even smaller bathroom. The curtains were all drawn making it difficult to see clearly but, as she moved further into the room she could make out a figure huddles on the threadbare sofa.

“Jen,” Cherry called, “I’ve brought my friend here, the one who helped me. Please let her help you, too.”

There was no response for so long that Hilda moved toward the figure, as she did the figure, Jen, spoke, “How can she help me?”

Cherry went to reply but Hilda signalled to her to stay silent, instead Hilda herself replied, “Well that depends, Jen,” she said softly, “on just what you want.”

Jen looked over at Hilda, her fine blonde hair falling forward and obscuring more than half her face, “I don’t know that I need any help anyway,” she said quietly, “I just panicked when I called Cherry. I mean, he’s said he was sorry and he couldn’t help it, I mean, he was drunk, wasn’t he? And I should have remembered that he doesn’t like the TV on too loud. It was my fault, really.”

“What was your fault?” Hilda asked softly.

In reply Jen swept her hair back from her face, Hilda involuntarily took a step back in shock, Jen’s pale face was covered with deep purple bruising, one cheek had the imprint of a signet ring upon it and a deep graze ran across her forehead,

“This was my fault,” Jen said simply.
Author:  Pat [ Sat Aug 11, 2007 8:23 pm ]
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Sure it was!!! :roll:
Author:  Catherine [ Sat Aug 11, 2007 8:32 pm ]
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Hope Jen will let Hilda help her.
Author:  MaryR [ Sat Aug 11, 2007 8:40 pm ]
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Not exactly the sort of help Hilda is used to giving. :shock: But I'm sure she'll rise to the occasion. Or is this a job for Louisa's husband? :lol:

I'm glad Cherry confessed her past life there to Hilda - and it can only make Hilda appreciate her even more.

Thanks, Lesley
Author:  Rosalin [ Sat Aug 11, 2007 9:15 pm ]
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So what was the area like before the urban regeneration :shock:

I hope Hilda will be able to convince Jen to let her help.

Thanks Lesley.
Author:  wheelchairprincess [ Sat Aug 11, 2007 10:08 pm ]
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Poor Jen. And poor Cherry feeling the need to justify herself. Not a situation Hilda will have dealt with before but hopefully she's seen enough of the real world to have some idea what to do.
Author:  Tara [ Sat Aug 11, 2007 10:28 pm ]
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Cherry is still expecting to be condemned for her past life. Glad Hilda was able to reassure her that she had done her best, and her best was good. Also glad Hilda had the foresight to take someone with her.

Shuddered at Jen accepting the blame for the abuse, and hope Hilda can make her see that it's not true. I have a horrible feeling that the process takes some time; I also hope Jen's bloke (whose name I've forgotten, sorry) doesn't come back!
Author:  Cath V-P [ Sun Aug 12, 2007 12:14 am ]
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Jen, it is NEVER your fault, no matter how much he tries to persuade you that it is.

There's a series of ads on tv here at the moment with actors speaking alll the justifications that people offer for this type of behaviour; when you hear it spoken, even by actors, it's shocking.

And Cherry, as Hilda said,
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you did the best you could. And both Robbie and you are testament to just how good that best was


Thank you Lesley.
Author:  Jennie [ Sun Aug 12, 2007 12:36 pm ]
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No, it's not Jen's fault.

I'm so gald that Hilda is being so clm and kind, and accepting of Jen, and that she manages to find something nice to say to Cherry about where she lived and how she coped before going to prison and then living at RCS.
Author:  Sugar [ Sun Aug 12, 2007 3:47 pm ]
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There are reasons I objected to my computer blowing up last sunday ..... RCS was one!

Hope Hilda can help Jen and that Nell can srt the playground floor out too.

Flying visit... using the comp at mums .... so its RCS and nt much else.
Prob won't be on much before the Gather but obviously I'll join the plea for more!
Author:  Lesley [ Sun Aug 12, 2007 7:34 pm ]
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Hilda shook her head vehemently, too shocked, initially, to say anything. When she found her voice it was to completely refute Jen’s point of view, “No,” she said firmly, “this is not your fault, Jen. It is never your fault that someone has hurt you.”

“But it is,” Jen replied, “I mean he loves me, he said so, he wouldn’t do these things unless I deserved it, would he?”

“If you love someone, Jen, you don’t deliberately hurt them,” Hilda returned, “if you love someone you protect them from harm, this is not acceptable behaviour.”

“I’ve been trying to tell her that for the last couple of hours,” Cherry put in, “Jen, Callum’s no good, a real man doesn’t beat you up just because the TV was on too loud. You shouldn’t accept this.”

“You need help, Jen,” Hilda put in, “and I think you may need to get away from here, if only for a short time,” she paused and looked across at Cherry, knowing that Cherry was hoping for Hilda to offer shelter, she sighed. The RCS was a boarding school, a business, she couldn’t justify taking in strangers, then she shrugged and smiled, the RCS wasn’t just a school, it was a community. “You can stay at the School, Jen,” she said softly, “just for a short time, until you’ve recovered from this,” she paused then added, “I expect all those on site to be law-abiding, Jen, no exceptions.”

“I’ll explain it to her, Hilda, don’t worry,” Cherry said quickly, “she can stay with me, she can sleep on the sofa and I’ll pick up the camp bed for Lindy.”

Hilda nodded, “You’ll need to pack a bag, Jen, bring with you anything you’ll need.”

Jen looked around, not able to withstand two determined women, “Only for a couple of days, then,” she said faintly, “just so he realises what he’s done. Maybe he did go a bit far…”

“A bit?” Cherry exploded, “supposing, next time, he goes after Lindy, what then? Talking of Lindy, where’s her School? We’ll go and pick her up…” she stopped and Jen was shaking her head.

“Don’t need to worry about Lindy,” she said.

“Why not?” Cherry stopped and stared, watched as Jen suddenly flushed under that direct gaze, the flush even apparent beneath the bruising,

“She’s with the Social,” Jen murmured, “a foster family, been there about three weeks now.”

“Why?” Cherry snapped out the question, “What did he do?”

Jen gave a half-shrug, “It was an accident,” she said quickly, “Callum didn’t mean it, he threw a beer mug at me, it hit Lindy instead. My fault really, I shouldn’t have dodged out of the way but…”

“No, Jen, not your fault,” Cherry actually had hold of Jen’s shoulders, was shaking her, “how badly was Lindy hurt?”

“Not bad,” Jen said, “she just needed a few stitches in her head, but we thought it best if she stay with someone else for a while, just until Callum had calmed down.”

Cherry shook her head in disbelief, “And you’re still with him? Why?”
Author:  MaryR [ Sun Aug 12, 2007 7:57 pm ]
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Because she can't help herself, Cherry. Because she truly thinks it IS her fault. You and Hilda need to get her out of there - and get her some help.

That's if you are allowed to get out safely! :shock:

Thanks, Lesley
Author:  Ruth B [ Sun Aug 12, 2007 8:15 pm ]
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A few stitches in a child's head is "not bad" :shock: :shock: :shock:
Author:  Rosalin [ Sun Aug 12, 2007 8:20 pm ]
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Ruth B wrote:
A few stitches in a child's head is "not bad" :shock: :shock: :shock:


Well, it's good she's alive, I suppose, but.......

From what's been written, and what I've heard about domestic violence, it sounds like it'll take some time to convince her it's not her fault. Lucky she's got people there who aren't given to giving up. Stubborn like :wink:

Thanks Lesley.
Author:  Elder in Ontario [ Sun Aug 12, 2007 9:27 pm ]
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I do hope that Hilda and Cherry between them can a) convince Jen that none of this is her fault and b) convince her that she really *does* have to leave Callum once and for all before he actually kills either Lindy or herself, even if she refuses to press charges against him. Unfortunately, I'm only too well aware of the difficulties of persuading the 'victims' that they really *do* have a right to a better way of life than this.
Author:  Cath V-P [ Sun Aug 12, 2007 11:10 pm ]
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The trouble is that when you realise what point you've reached, the way back can seem overwhelmingly difficult and your self-integrity is so vulnerable that it does seem as it if's your fault. So you need the help of others.

And I loved this:
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the RCS wasn’t just a school, it was a community
. Long may it continue!
Author:  Fiona Mc [ Mon Aug 13, 2007 7:25 am ]
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Thanks Lesley. You've left me totally speechless. This sort of situation always does cos I come accross it from time to time through work and can't understand why they never think their child shouldn't be hurt and I know all the arguments to why they stay. Am really glad cherry and hilda are able to get her away. Hopefully, they'll help Jen turn her life around at least for Lindy's sake

(BTW why is Rosalie into rugby? Don't you know the only true football game to get involved in is Aussie Rules? :lol: )
Author:  Jennie [ Mon Aug 13, 2007 10:51 am ]
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Get her out of there and into a better atmosphere, and she might come to her senses. A beer mug hitting a child, a few stitches? What next? Burning the child because she was crying?
Author:  Lesley [ Mon Aug 13, 2007 10:04 pm ]
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Jen couldn’t answer this question and, eventually, both Hilda and Cherry realised that the question would have to be shelved for now. That the most important thing was getting Jen away before Callum returned home - as a chef he worked early mornings and was generally home mid-afternoon. They swiftly helped her to pack a bag with her clothes and wash things before walking with her down to the waiting jeep. Unfortunately there were not quick enough; as they reached the jeep there was a bellow from across the road,

“Who the Hell are you? And where‘s she going?”

At the words Jen’s pale face went white and she moved as though to scuttle back to the block of flats. Cherry held onto her however and practically forced her to get into the back of the jeep.

Hilda looked across, she saw Callum Regis, a young man, probably in his mid-twenties, dressed in jeans and tee-shirt, the spread of his shoulders and muscles on his arms warned Hilda that this was a very powerful man. The man’s eyes swept across Hilda, dismissing her, rested on Tom Brookes for a few seconds, calculatingly, then moved to the two women in the back of the jeep,

“Cherry, isn’t it?” he said with a forced smile, “didn’t know you were coming to visit. You should have told me, Jen,” he glared across at the other woman, Jen hunched up in the corner of the jeep, “making me look stupid in front of your friends.”

“You leave her alone,” Cherry stormed, “you’ve done enough.”

Regis paused then laughed, “What has she been telling you? Those bruises? Just Jen being clumsy, I’m always telling her not to be clumsy, you know? Don’t know how she ever managed before I came along. You’re a real idiot, love, aren’t you?”

Jen didn’t reply, just drew closer to Cherry who placed an arm around her friend, “She’s not an idiot, Callum, and she’s had enough of you.”

“Get stuffed,” Regis replied, “she’ll come inside with me, if she knows what’s good for her,” the menace underlying those words was so apparent Cherry shivered. Regis pushed past Tom Brookes to wrench open the back door of the jeep and, as he did, Tom grabbed hold of one arm,

“That’s enough, mate, back away,” he said fiercely, “your girlfriend doesn’t want to stay with you.”

Regis spun round and, in one fluid movement, jerked his head back and butted Tom in the face, Tom fell back against the jeep, blood streaming from his nose,

“Push off, boy,” Regis snarled, “this has nothing to do with you. Jen? Get out of that car before I really give you a slap, you…”

“Mr Regis?” The cold voice stopped Regis in his tracks, he looked round to glare at Hilda.

“What d’you want, b*tch?”

Hilda held her mobile phone up so Regis could see it, “This has just taken your photograph, Mr Regis, and that photograph is now on its way to a friend of mine. Along with a request to call the police.”

“Yeah? I don’t think so,” Regis moved fast and Hilda suddenly found herself pushed up against the side to the jeep, the phone wrenched from her hand, “now what you going to do?”

Hilda Annersley smiled, “I don’t have to do anything, Mr Regis,” she replied quietly, “as I told you, your photograph has been sent and my friend will, even as we speak, be calling the Police. She’ll know exactly where we are too,” Hilda indicated the dashboard of the jeep, “GPS, easy to track.”

Regis stared into the jeep, then back at the woman he was holding, after some seconds he dropped the phone, ground it into the pavement, then released Hilda, “You’d better be home soon, Jen,” he growled, “or you’ll really be in trouble,” he stalked away.

Between them Hilda and Cherry helped Tom into the front passenger seat, then, with Hilda at the wheel, the four drove back to the RCS. Cherry looked across from where she was hugging Jen, “Quick thinking there, Hilda,” she said, “now at least we’ll be able to get him for attacking Tom.”

Hilda shook her head, “Sadly no, Cherry,” she said, “my phone didn’t have the facility to take photographs. Perhaps, now I need a replacement, I should have one that does.”
Author:  wheelchairprincess [ Mon Aug 13, 2007 10:53 pm ]
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Yay Hilda!

Thanks Lesley.
Author:  Rosalin [ Mon Aug 13, 2007 11:03 pm ]
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:lol: :lol: :lol:

Glad Hilda's on form. I'm wondering whether this will make Jen more or less likely to go back to him.

Thanks Lesley.
Author:  Cath V-P [ Mon Aug 13, 2007 11:08 pm ]
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Nice move Hilda. Hopefully Jen will have a space of time in which to think a little. However, I'm guessing that Callum isn't going to fade away like the morning dew.

Aussie rules is more of a blood sport than a game.... :lol:
Author:  Fiona Mc [ Mon Aug 13, 2007 11:17 pm ]
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Cath V-P wrote:
Aussie rules is more of a blood sport than a game.... :lol:


Chokes. Not here in Victoria

Am very relieved Jen got away. Hopefully she'll stay away. Perhaps John should have gone not Tom after all
Author:  MaryR [ Tue Aug 14, 2007 9:59 am ]
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Oh, nice one, Hilda! :lol: But tut, tut, such lies! Nell will be proud of you.

But that's only the first round, isn't it? That won't get Jen out of this bloke's clutches. Fear will keep her in them, unless the women can toughen her up.

Thanks, Lesley
Author:  Lesley [ Tue Aug 14, 2007 9:20 pm ]
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There was silence for the rest of the journey; back at the Real Chalet School Hilda immediately saw to it that Tom was treated. Nancy Chester appearing to drag the young man off to the School San for a check up. At her insistence Jen Sutton was taken there as well, after Nancy caught sight of the severe bruising on Jen’s face. Cherry went with the pair to help out. After watching them all leave the Gatehouse Hilda turned back to where John Coates was standing,

“I'd like a word with you privately please, John.”

John nodded, his face sober, he led the way back into his own Office and sat behind the desk. Hilda sat in a chair opposite,

“I owe you an apology, John,” she said quickly, “you were quite right; you should have come with us, not Tom.”

“Her man hit her then?” John said, nodding.

“Yes,” Hilda replied, “Cherry had just told me that Jen was hurt and frightened but…”

“But when you told me I wondered,” John responded, “how’d Tom get hurt?”

“He attempted to stop the man from dragging Jen from the jeep, Regis attacked him.”

John sighed, “Okay Hilda, you couldn’t predict things. If I’d come along it might have been the same. There are some places that offer help for this, I’ll search them out.”

“Thank you,” Hilda paused then, “John? Do you have any experience of this? It’s not something that I’ve ever come across before.”

John looked across, “No, probably not,” he agreed, “not something that was ever touched on in girls’ school stories, was it?”

“I’m afraid not,” Hilda agreed quietly.

“Well you’ve done the best thing – got her away from him,” John replied, “but now you’ve got to keep him away – and keep her from going back to him.”

Hilda’s eyes widened, “Surely she’d never…”

“Oh yes,” John interrupted firmly, “I’ve seen it – many of these women have no self esteem, no self-respect – not their fault, they’ve had them eroded by the constant abuse. It’s not just the physical either, many of the worst cases I’ve come across are not physical at all, or only very occasionally. It’s the emotional and psychological abuse that really scr…messes with their minds.”

“You sound as though you’ve studied this?” Hilda said perceptively.

John nodded, “A bit, went on a course once, learnt a bit about it,” he shook his head, “I can remember, years ago when I was Shane’s age, walking along with my Sergeant and coming to a house where neighbours had called the police because of screams inside. And the Sergeant just pulling me back saying ’It’s a domestic, son, nothing to do with us’, Years later, in a totally different part of town, I was haunted by those words, when I was part of the team investigating the murder of a young woman. Turns out she was killed by her husband - that he’d been hitting her for years but no one did anything. She told no one because she knew she’d never be believed,” John looked across at the Head, “he was a police officer.” John rose from his chair and walked over to pour himself a drink from the jug of water on the side, “I’ll hunt out the literature I’ve got,” he said, “some of it’s probably out-of-date now but it’ll give you an idea. You’ve got to keep telling that girl that it wasn’t her fault, telling her until she believes it.”

Hilda also rose, “Thank you John, I will.”

…

“Have you seen the papers today, Geri?”

Geri Shaw looked across at her friend; she and Pat Francis were enjoying a very unusual situation, namely that their off-duty had coincided to give them both a day off together. As Pat’s husband also happened to be off Pat had immediately left him to get their two girls off to school and had picked up Geri for a day out. The pair had already tramped around half the shopping centres in Melbourne and had probably both spent far more than either could really afford. However they had found a small restaurant, away from the crowds and had just ordered their meal.

“I’ve not looked at the papers for a few days,” Geri confessed, “watched the news last night but there wasn’t anything then. Why?”

For reply Pat passed across the paper she had been glancing through, Geri frowned and read through the article - it was entitled ‘Prison? Punishment or Play-Time? She shook her head, “Not this again? Every couple of years one of the papers brings this up. Get all the right wing papers calling for the stocks and the birch. Haven’t they anything better to do?”

“They always pick on the same things, too,” Pat replied, “that some inmates are living and eating better inside than out, that some seem to be committing crimes just so they’ll be sent back.”

“Well for some that’s true,” Geri said, “and hardly a good reflection on society that life outside of prison for some is so terrible. I suppose they’re also complaining about the inmates having any privileges?”

“Oh yes, the colour TV’s in all cells, prisoners having their own keys and work outside the prison.”

“I suppose nothing is said about the fact that happens only in a very few places - and that it’s preparing the inmate for release?”

“Don’t be stupid, that’d ruin a good story,” Pat smiled ruefully, “thought you’d be interested in one of those they’ve got a quote from,” she pointed.

Geri looked and then shook her head, “What on Earth is Joyce Shipley doing even deigning to notice this story?”

“No idea,” Pat replied, “but I’ll bet it means trouble.”
Author:  Cath V-P [ Tue Aug 14, 2007 11:39 pm ]
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I think Ms Shipley is about to try to prove that her prison is nothing ike that.....

Encountering that situation must have been a tremendous shock for Hilda, and John was very wise to give her some of the background.
Author:  Tan [ Wed Aug 15, 2007 6:44 am ]
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A too true portrayal of domestic violence. And as John rightly points out, not something that has received a lot of attention.

And what is Joyce Shipley doing? I smell a very big rat.
Author:  Fiona Mc [ Wed Aug 15, 2007 7:11 am ]
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Thanks Lesley.
I wonder what Joyce is up to and hope Cherry and Hilda keep Jen away from Callum
Author:  Jennie [ Wed Aug 15, 2007 11:07 am ]
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Thanks, Lesley. Perhaps Jen will find some value in herself, and some self-esteem at RCS. I loved the way Hilda thought so quickly.

Poor Geri, she doesn't need this hassle from Joyce Shipley.
Author:  MaryR [ Wed Aug 15, 2007 11:53 am ]
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Trouble for everyone. :cry:

Thanks, Lesley
Author:  Vikki [ Wed Aug 15, 2007 8:25 pm ]
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Thanks Lesley!
I really hope Hilda and Nell and Cherry will be able to help Jen. Hopefully she can turn her life around, get free from Callum and get Lindy safely back with her.
Author:  Lesley [ Thu Aug 16, 2007 8:39 am ]
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Apologies for yesterday - was working a late shift - didn't get in until half one in the morning.

At the RCS Hilda Annersley and Nell Wilson conferred quietly, each passing on details of their afternoon. They conferred quietly because Robbie was still with them. They had gone back to their cottage but, as Cherry was likely to be involved with supporting Jen for some time, had taken Robbie with them.

“It will probably help if Robbie stays with us overnight,” Hilda said quietly, “give Cherry some time to devote to her friend.”

“Agreed,” Nell replied, she turned to the little boy busy colouring in a picture of a dinosaur, “you’re staying with us tonight, alright Robbie? Mummy is with a friend.”

“Okay Grandma,” Robbie replied, not at all fazed by the change of plan, he continued colouring the head of his Tyrannosaurus Rex a lurid purple with yellow spots, Nell watched, fascinated, her scientist brain trying to work out the type of environment that could mean a forty foot long, purple and yellow spotted predator could catch its prey… “Grandma?” Robbie’s voice cut into her speculation,

“Yes Robbie?”

“Is Mummy with Shane?”

“No, not tonight. She’s with another friend.”

“But I really like Shane,” Robbie’s voice showed his disappointment.

“That’s alright, Mummy is with a lady tonight, a lady called Jen,” Hilda replied quickly, “you used to live next door to her, a couple of years ago.” Robbie’s face didn’t show any recognition and Hilda continued, “It was probably too long ago,” she said, “I don’t expect you remember.”

Robbie looked across, “No Grandma,” he agreed, then, “Grandma? Can I have some tea? I’m very hungry.”

“Of course darling, we’ll arrange something.”

“Fancy some pizza, Robbie?” Nell asked quickly.

“Yes pizza is good,” Robbie grinned, Nell looked at her partner,

“Hilda?”

“Please Nell, Hawaiian for me.”

“And me, Grandma,” Robbie looked over, seeing that Nell was waiting, “please, Grandma.”

“Alright, I’ll order.”

Later, after the pizzas had been delivered and eaten, after Robbie had enjoyed a very splashy bath time and both his Grandmas had read him a story, he settled down in the third bedroom and was asleep before his head had hit the pillow. Back in their lounge Hilda told Nell all the details about her trip to Cherry’s old neighbourhood. Predictably Nell was as shocked as Hilda had been. She was also interested in the information John had imparted and wanted to do some further research. Afterwards Nell told Hilda of the problems with the Kindergarten playground and related the conversation she had had with Mr Haines,

“I’m sure he has had other complaints, he didn’t sound at all surprised when I mentioned what the problem was,” Nell finished, “almost before I’d finished telling him of the injuries he was saying that one of his engineers would visit.”

“But you persuaded him that he should visit personally?”

“I did,” Nell confirmed, “he’s probably dreading meeting up with me, he’ll probably be extremely relieved to find you there instead.”

Hilda shook her head, “I don’t think so,” she said, “you made the initial call, it’s only right that you be there to greet him,” she smiled across at her partner, “I wouldn’t want you to miss the opportunity, Nell, you deserve it.”

Nell’s face slowly split into a wide, almost feral grin.
Author:  Jennie [ Thu Aug 16, 2007 10:35 am ]
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I can just imagine that grin! Thanks, Lesley.
Author:  Rosalin [ Thu Aug 16, 2007 11:03 am ]
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The vision in my head of the Tyrannosaurus Rex's environment has me quite worried :lol:

Thanks Lesley.
Author:  Vikki [ Thu Aug 16, 2007 5:03 pm ]
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LOL!!!!
Thank you Lesley. Can't wait to see how much of Mr Haines is left after Nell has finished rending him limb from limb!!! :lol:
Author:  Tan [ Thu Aug 16, 2007 5:50 pm ]
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LOL at Robbie and the dinosaur environment (mind you, I seem to be picturing Dino from the Flintstones) and LOL at Nell getting to deal with the builder!
Author:  Nell [ Thu Aug 16, 2007 10:24 pm ]
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Have just caught up with weeks of this - fantastic! Looking forward to seeing where all these different threads are going!

Thank you Lesley.
Author:  Fiona Mc [ Fri Aug 17, 2007 2:03 am ]
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I can just imagine Nell's grin too. Am almost feeling sorry for Mr Haines. Almost but not quite
Author:  Lottie [ Fri Aug 17, 2007 8:39 am ]
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Lesley wrote:
“Is Mummy with Shane?”

“No, not tonight. She’s with another friend.”

“But I really like Shane,” Robbie’s voice showed his disappointment.

He doesn't seem to remember Jen and her daughter, but I wonder just how much Robbie does remember from Cherry's past before meeting Hilda.

Thanks, Lesley.
Author:  MaryR [ Fri Aug 17, 2007 6:55 pm ]
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Hilda knows Nell so well, doesn't she? :lol:

Don't think much of their cooking skills though! :twisted:

Thanks, Lesley
Author:  Cath V-P [ Fri Aug 17, 2007 11:26 pm ]
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Nell, you are wicked... :lol:
Author:  Lesley [ Sat Aug 18, 2007 9:04 pm ]
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At the prison the inmates noticed some activity on the part of the prison officers. Butcher, still excused work details, met up with Rees just before lunch,

“Have you noticed, Butcher?” Rees began, “the screws have not delivered any of the papers today?”

Butcher nodded, “Yeah, and they’ve placed the TV room out of bounds and removed all radios, must be something they want to keep from us.”

“Wonder what?”

Butcher shook her head, “Dunno,” she said, “but unless they cancel all visits we’ll find out soon enough. I’m surprised at Shaw; she’s experienced enough to know that you can’t keep these things secret.”

“Don’t think she’s in today.”

“Oh, that explains it, bet this is Woody’s work then.”

“He’s normally not bad though,” Rees objected.

“Yeah, but he tends to react without thinking it through, doesn’t he? Not normally a problem - having Shaw as his boss means he’s got a safety net.”

“He’ll catch it when Shaw returns then,” Rees commented with relish.

“Yeah, would be good to see that,” Butcher replied, “he won’t know what’s hit him.”
Author:  wheelchairprincess [ Sat Aug 18, 2007 10:31 pm ]
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Interesting. Not really sure what to make of that. It's just... interesting
Author:  Jennie [ Sun Aug 19, 2007 1:03 pm ]
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Thanks, Lesley, that was very interesting and thought-provoking.
Author:  Lesley [ Sun Aug 19, 2007 6:38 pm ]
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Another that could count himself as being in a similar state of ‘not knowing what had hit him’ was one David Arthur Haines, Managing Director and owner of Haines Building and Floors. He had appeared at the Real Chalet School just before eight thirty the next day to examine the playground surface. It was not an enjoyable experience, at least, it wasn’t one for Mr Haines himself, although certain of the Kindergarten Mistresses who had the foresight to be in the vicinity and were able to watch, counted themselves well amused. Nell Wilson had not allowed the poor man to complete more than one sentence before she pounced on him. Dismissing his excuses and reasons with rhetoric that, for once, remained completely free of obscenity (Nell being well aware that some of the Kindergarten pupils could hear her) but remained, for all that, one of the worst ever ‘tickings off’ that David Haines had ever experienced. In the end he found himself agreeing that, not only would his company replace the damaged playground floor free of charge, but they would also re-lay the hard tennis courts and the driveway and staff car park. All in all the Deputy Head considered she had had a worthwhile morning!

The situation with Cherry and Jen, however, had not gone so well. After having her bruises treated by Nancy Chester Jen had gone with Cherry to spend the night in Cherry’s flat. Hilda had told Cherry to take the rest of the week off and Cherry had stayed with her friend for the next few days, trying to get Jen to see that her relationship with Callum was wrong. In this she was not successful, Shane appearing one evening to catch the end of the conversation,

“Come on Jen, this isn’t like you,” Cherry was obviously annoyed, “the Jen Sutton I knew two years ago wouldn’t have taken this from anyone - you were always far more bolshie than me, always standing up for yourself.

“Well maybe I’ve changed then,” Jen replied, tight-lipped, “I mean, you left, didn’t you? I had to keep going, I wasn’t rescued.”

“I spent six months in prison, Jen,” Cherry retorted, “hardly rescued. And yes, I’ve got a fantastic life now, but I had to go through the hell of losing Robbie for those six months first. You’ve not even mentioned getting Lindy back from the social - don’t you want her?”

“Of course I do,” Jen said, her face showing the love she had for her daughter, “but Callum..” She stopped, seeing Cherry’s expression.

“I don’t believe it,” Cherry said quickly, “you’re still planning on going back to him, aren’t you?”

“He loves me,” Jen said stubbornly.

“No he doesn’t,” Shane put in, “he just wants to control you. If he loved you he wouldn’t hit you, not like that.”

“I told you about that,” Jen protested, “Callum just lost his temper, he’d had too much to drink.”

“Yeah?” Shane shook his head, “How often has Callum been done for assault? Not of you, of anyone else? Bit strange, don’t you think, that he only ever loses his temper with you? And what about these bruises? Cherry told me you’d got others, partly healed ones, most of them aren’t on the face, are they? In fact it’s normally never on the face, is it? Normally, when he hits you, it’s somewhere that doesn’t show, isn’t it?”

“What does that mean, Shane?” Cherry looked across.

“Means that he knows what he’s doing, when he hits her,” Shane said grimly, “knows to only hit where it doesn’t show. Friend of mine when I was a Uni, he was a really nice bloke but, if he’d had a few drinks he became punchy. Would lash out at anyone, caught me once. One time he hit his girlfriend. I have never seen anyone so distraught as him when he sobered up and realised what he’d done. He’s not touched a drop of alcohol since. His girlfriend left him that same night.” Shane walked over to squat in front of Jen, “That was temper, Jen, that was temper and drink. This Callum isn’t like that, he’s not stopped drinking, has he? Hasn’t stopped hitting you - and he never will.”

Jen shook her head, stubbornly, “He’s not like that, I tell you, he loves me, he didn’t mean it.”

Later, when Shane had returned to the Coates cottage, he poured out his frustration to his father,

“She’s not even listening, Dad, not to me or Cherry, just keeps repeating the same thing, over and over again.”

John nodded, “Doesn’t surprise me,” he said, “think about it, they’ve lived together for more than a year now, haven’t they? It’ll take some time to overcome that amount of, basically, brainwashing. And having you and Cherry going on will just make Jen want to defend him more - because you’re attacking her choices.”

“Then what can we do?”

“Back off a bit, son, give her a little space,” John replied, “I think Hilda and Nell are making some enquiries about some places that specialise in caring for women, and men, who are in this situation.”

“Men? Why would they need help?”

“You’d be surprised,” John said, “and not weak men, either, and they have even more problems because everyone has exactly the same reaction you just did.”

“Sorry,” Shane said quietly. “Dad? Did you and Mum ever…?”

John grinned, “Me? Hit your Mum, God no, you ever seen her practising her martial arts? I’d never dare! Shane, all couples have times when they want to murder the other one, times when, for some, the situation has the chance to turn violent. When you live with someone they have the knack of being able to infuriate you to the point of screaming. If ever your mum and me got to that point one of us would go out for a walk. If it were me I’d probably hit a couple of trees on the way.”

“Did that work?”

“Oh yes, by the time whoever had gone out got back we’d both calmed down enough to be able to talk rather than shout,” John paused then added, “broke my hand once, though - hit the flaming tree too hard!”
Author:  Jennie [ Sun Aug 19, 2007 6:59 pm ]
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Thanks, Lesley, but I really would have liked more of Nell's tirade, but we can't have everything.
Author:  MaryR [ Sun Aug 19, 2007 7:14 pm ]
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John Coates had some good advice for Shane there, not only about backing off from Jen - who is never going to listen to what she doesn't want to hear - but also about what to do in the stresses and strains of marriage.

And as to the prison situation, is something going to happen there before Geri returns, I wonder....

Thanks, Lesley
Author:  Nell [ Sun Aug 19, 2007 9:56 pm ]
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Cath V-P wrote:
Nell, you are wicked... :lol:


This was the first post I saw on this thread and I wondered what I'd done...

Thanks Lesley - poor Jen.
Author:  Fiona Mc [ Mon Aug 20, 2007 6:51 am ]
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I hope Jen see's sense and can't believe she's choosing Callum over her daughter. Poor Lindy, she deserves better than to be in and out of foster care which will be where her life is heading.

Have a bad feeling about the prison. Have a feeling TV's are out now especially after the article in the paper. It all seems a bit underhand waiting until Geri isn't on. I can't see her tolerating it.
Author:  wheelchairprincess [ Mon Aug 20, 2007 8:00 am ]
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Nice to see John giving Shane some advice there - something of a father-son moment it seems.
Author:  Kathy_S [ Mon Aug 20, 2007 1:21 pm ]
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*catches up*

I could use Nell's skills. :lol:

Jen's case sounds all too realistic :(, and, as for the prison -- who else do we know who might be out to make things less 'cushy'?

Thank you, Lesley.
Author:  Elbee [ Mon Aug 20, 2007 2:34 pm ]
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Wonderful Nell, but poor Jen.

Thanks, Lesley.
Author:  Lesley [ Mon Aug 20, 2007 6:13 pm ]
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That weekend, just two days after the unexplained withdrawal of all forms of media, saw all of them restored without explanation. At least, without any official explanation - Butcher and Rees, however, seeing that the Governor had returned, were not surprised. Neither of them were able to find out anything about exactly what had transpired when the Senior Officer had reported his actions to Geri Shaw - but then, no one else in the prison was aware of that either. Geri Shaw being careful to ensure that no one else was around when she discussed the matter with Alex Wood. The matter was far from over, however, as Butcher discovered after ‘lights out’…

The cell door was unlocked very quietly and slowly opened so as to make as little noise as possible. A figure moved into the cell and pulled the door to behind her; she moved to kneel beside the sleeping figure on the cot,

“Butcher, wake up, I need to talk to you,” her hand moved to shake the figure’s shoulder but, instead, grasped only pillow.

“Hope you ain’t given up the day job, Shaw, ’cos as a burglar you suck!”

The figure kneeling beside the cot jumped, twisted round to glare across the room. Butcher stood there, leaning against the wall, her arms folded, “Dammit Butcher you nearly gave me a heart attack.”

Butcher shrugged, “What? D’you expect me to be lying there, did you?”

Shaw swallowed, “You were there, asleep, I swear, when I looked through the spy hole.”

Butcher nodded, “Yeah, but you weren’t watching when you opened the door, were you? I know it only takes a few seconds to open the door but that’s all the time I need.”

Shaw rose from her knees and sat on the nearby cot; Butcher sat on the one opposite, Shaw frowned, “Why would you automatically move out of bed when the door is opened?”

Butcher shrugged again, “Someone in my position has to be careful, Shaw - and not all my enemies have been cons.”

“You don’t mean…” Shaw looked shocked.

“Just before,” Butcher squinted, remembering, ”Christmas, 1999, I had a visit. It was a little after midnight, but this was no Santa Claus. The cell door was suddenly opened and a figure crept in. I had a room to myself then, as well. Without warning the figure suddenly produced one of those little coshes you screws all carry, slammed it into the figure on the bed about halfway up, once, twice, three times. Then he calmly turned round, left the cell, locked the door after him. Breakfast time I watched as his face goes first white then grey, seeing me standing there, unhurt. I’d watched him from the opposite corner of the cell.”

Geri Shaw stayed silent for some seconds then, “Did you report it?”

Butcher smiled, “Who to, Shaw? The Governor at the time was weak, didn’t want to know and the rest of the screws were all either as bent as him or just didn’t care. No one would have listened to me, no one would have believed me.”

“But you must have done something?” Shaw said with some passion.

“Oh I did,” Butcher agreed, “barely a month later.” She stopped there, let Shaw work it out,

“January 2000, that’s when you murdered the prison officer…”

“That’s when I killed an evil piece of scum who had been threatening my people and me,” Butcher corrected softly.
Author:  Pat [ Mon Aug 20, 2007 6:19 pm ]
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Thanks Lesley. She sticks to her code very strongly doesn't she?
I do like Butcher!
Author:  Jennie [ Mon Aug 20, 2007 7:20 pm ]
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Thanks, Lesley. Butcher does have integrity, doesn't she?
Author:  francesn [ Mon Aug 20, 2007 7:23 pm ]
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Go Butcher - that's a really useful skill to have....not killing people, slipping out of bed without being seen.

Thank you, Lesley.
Author:  Rosalin [ Mon Aug 20, 2007 8:32 pm ]
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Just caught up on a week-end's worth.

I'm now a little worried about where things are heading in the prison.

Thanks Lesley.
Author:  Lottie [ Mon Aug 20, 2007 10:06 pm ]
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Yes - Butcher definitely has morals - it's just that they're possibly not quite the same ones as other people have.

Thanks, Lesley!
Author:  Cath V-P [ Mon Aug 20, 2007 11:44 pm ]
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Butcher has an incredibly strong ethical code, but in that context it operates in a specific way.....

Hopefully Jen will be able to leave Callum, but it's going to take time.

Thanks Lesley.
Author:  Fiona Mc [ Tue Aug 21, 2007 12:17 am ]
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I find your drabble about Butcher and the prison fascinating, in part cos a friend has just written a short story about a friend of his who is a prison guard and some of the things mentioned are hair raising. I really like Butcher though I would hate to get on her wrong side. Am very curious to see what Geri has to say
Author:  Kathy_S [ Tue Aug 21, 2007 1:50 am ]
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:shock:
I should have guessed Butcher would have a good reason.

Thank you, Lesley.
Author:  wheelchairprincess [ Tue Aug 21, 2007 10:10 am ]
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Very curious about what Geri has to say. I do like the interaction between her and Butcher (and between her, Hilda and Butcher too, hint hint).
Author:  MaryR [ Tue Aug 21, 2007 7:20 pm ]
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Had a giggle at Geri being caught out like that. :lol: Bet Butcher did too. Now what has Geri got to say that needs to be said in such privacy? :shock:

Thanks, Lesley
Author:  Lesley [ Tue Aug 21, 2007 9:18 pm ]
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There was a long pause then Shaw spoke, “At the time did you know? Know that by killing him you had sentenced yourself to spending the rest of your life in here?”

Butcher thought for a while then shook her head, “No, I never thought about it at the time,” she said, “but, if I were to go back, knowing what it would mean, knowing I’d be sentenced to life, I'd still do it.” She paused for a moment, laughed somewhat ironically, “Hopeless case, I’m afraid, Shaw.”

“I wouldn’t say that,” the Governor replied softly.

Butcher grinned, took a deep breath, “Maybe not,” she agreed, “So, not that it’s not good to see you,” she began, “but might I ask why the Governor of the prison needs to creep into my cell at eleven o’clock at night? Surely it would be easier to order me to join you in your office during normal hours?”

Shaw smiled, “I wanted to speak to you in private,” she said, “something that must remain confidential.”

Butcher nodded slowly, “Okay, shoot,” she said, “is it something to do with that article in the paper? The one that meant all our media access was stopped for a couple of days?”

“Yes,” Shaw replied simply.

Butcher smiled, “And you didn’t order that, did you? I mean, you’ve had a couple of days off, haven’t you? That was all Woody’s idea, wasn’t it?”

Shaw raised an eyebrow, “Officer Wood’s actions, whatever they were, were done with my approval.”

“Oh come on,” Butcher shook her head, “No way you’d have done anything like that. I bet ‘Officer Wood’ caught it good and hard when you realised what he’d done. Am I right?”

Geri Shaw’s eyes hardened very slightly, “Butcher,” she said, and her tone, too, had changed, no longer quite such a friendly and bantering one, “Any situation between my Officers and myself will remain just that. You will not be privy to it.”

Butcher sat back, clearly recognising the tone, “Hardly friendly, ‘Miss Shaw’, is it?” she shot back, “especially when you’ve obviously come in here wanting my help. I’d have thought, in the spirit of cooperation…”

Shaw’s expression softened slightly, “Spirit of cooperation, Butcher? Well in that case you’ll have no objection to telling me exactly how the inmates are able to pass messages to and from Solitary without my Officers catching them?”

There was a pause of some seconds, then Butcher relaxed slightly, “Touché,” she said, lifting a hand in a mock salute.

Shaw nodded, “As you, yourself told me, Butcher, we may be friends, but we’re still on opposite sides. And I am Governor here.”

“Yes Governor,” Butcher replied quietly, she stretched slowly, then, “So, how can I help?”

Shaw relaxed, “You read the article, I assume?”

Butcher nodded, “Read it three days ago, Shaw, on the day it was published.”

“How did you…?” Shaw stopped, knowing that was another question that Butcher would not answer, “never mind - what did you think?”

Butcher considered, “Just the article itself? I wouldn’t be worried,” she said, “papers tend to pick up on the same subject about every other year. Stir up some outrage in the general public for a few weeks then the subject dies a natural death.”

“But?” Shaw prompted.

“But,” Butcher continued, “this one seems slightly different. You’ve got the Head of the Prison Board actually saying the same thing, that convicts have it too easy - and we both know she actually believes it, don’t we? In that case it’s something that could well grow - and it means trouble, Shaw.”

“How do you feel about it?” Shaw asked softly.

Butcher thought for a moment, “If it’s just about inmates having TV’s in their cells then I’m not bothered - that’s never been an issue here, it’s never been a privilege. But, the way that article read, the way Shipley answered stuff, it seemed that it would be including loads of other stuff as well. If she’s looking at reducing all the other things the inmates look on as ‘perks’, the lights, kettles and radios in their cells, extra visits, outside work details for those near release, even stuff like the literacy lessons,” Butcher stopped, shook her head, “If even part of that happens it’ll be murder, Shaw. The women in here have little enough, removing their few pleasures in life for no reason - resentment will be extreme.”

Shaw nodded, “My thoughts exactly,” she replied, “inmates can accept if a privilege is removed due to bad behaviour, but if it is removed when they have behaved well then…”

“Then they’ll wonder why they bother to behave well at all,” Butcher finished, “and frankly, Shaw, I’d agree with them.”
Author:  Jennie [ Tue Aug 21, 2007 9:22 pm ]
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Oh oh! deep thoughts are needed here. Why can't people see that teaching prisoners to read and write and give them hope means that they'll be less likely to reoffend?

Thanks, Lesley.
Author:  Lottie [ Tue Aug 21, 2007 9:23 pm ]
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That sounds as though both Butcher and Geri are expecting Trouble with a capital T. Let's hope they can come up with a plan to keep it to a minimum.

Thanks, Lesley.
Author:  Vikki [ Tue Aug 21, 2007 10:29 pm ]
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We keep getting all these little titbits of information on Butcher's backstory that make her more and more real. Thank you Lesley, I don't know how you manage it!
Author:  Cath V-P [ Tue Aug 21, 2007 11:26 pm ]
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Shaw nodded, “My thoughts exactly,” she replied, “inmates can accept if a privilege is removed due to bad behaviour, but if it is removed when they have behaved well then…”

“Then they’ll wonder why they bother to behave well at all,” Butcher finished, “and frankly, Shaw, I’d agree with them.”


Exactly - and then there will be real trouble, as people will feel that they don't have anything to lose.
Author:  Sal [ Wed Aug 22, 2007 11:21 am ]
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Hmmm Joyce Shipley's plans definately sound very ominous but on the bright side we got to witness Nell slaughtering Mr Haines! :) Thanks Lesley
Author:  Lesley [ Wed Aug 22, 2007 3:53 pm ]
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At the RCS events settled down in the time leading to the weekend. Jen Sutton continued to stay with Cherry and Robbie, sleeping on their sofa. Robbie had been reintroduced to Jen but did not appear to have any recollection of having known her before. This had worried Cherry for a while until she was reminded that Robbie had not even been three years old when he had been taken into foster care. Indeed, as far as Robbie was concerned he could only barely remember the time when Cherry had been away ‘in the Big House’, instead mainly remembering only his life at the RCS, with his Mummy, Grandmas and friends. Robbie accepted Jen as a friend in the same way he accepted all Cherry’s friends and managed to ease some of Jen’s guilt and anguish about her daughter Lindy - snuggling up to Jen in the evenings and demanding stories.

Cherry had, after speaking with both Shane and John, stopped mentioning Callum to Jen; instead she had concentrated on just being as supportive as possible. When Jen had queried how she was going to pay Cherry for ‘her keep’, Cherry had made some enquiries with Karen and Jen had been offered some ‘ad hoc’ work in the kitchen. The work was only a few hours a day but served to boost Jen’s self esteem. This had proved to be especially important as a note had been received from the restaurant where Jen had worked only days after she had arrived at the RCS. The note had been to state that her employment with them was terminated due to unreliability – and had obviously been sent with Callum Regis’ connivance.

On seeing how upset Jen was on receiving the note Cherry had been pleased that an earlier two visits by Regis to the RCS Gatehouse had not been reported to Jen. Regis had appeared, the first time, only a day or two after Jen had arrived at the School and demanded that he be allowed to see Jen. Seeing that the man on the Gate was Tom Brookes, he had attempted to intimidate the security officer. Tom, however, had calmly reported the events to the Office with the result that, two minutes later, Regis was facing John Coates himself, a very different proposition. John had said very little but the few words he had spoken were enough to convince Regis that he should leave the area immediately. The second time that Regis had appeared he had been accompanied by a police officer and accused the RCS of holding his girlfriend against her will. He had asked that, in the presence of the Police Officer, Jen herself come and tell him that she did not want to return with him. John Coates, knowing that Jen was unlikely to be able to say this to Regis’ face at present, instead contacted the local Police Inspector and explained the situation. The Police Officer was recalled shortly afterwards.

During this period Hilda Annersley had made certain enquiries about help available for those suffering domestic abuse. As well as a number of websites that provided useful information, she had managed to speak with the Social Services about what practical help was available. There were a number of Refuges available, especially for those who feared that their partner might track them down and, more particularly, there was help available in the form of workshops and counselling for those who had suffered abuse. These were designed to help the victim see that they really were victims and that the abuser was at fault. Unfortunately the courses were fully booked for many weeks in advance, however Hilda was able to place Jen’s name on the waiting list. In the meantime Hilda and Nell decided they would try to include Jen in all their family activities for the next few weeks in the hope of showing her a little about how real families react with each other. Accordingly when, on Sunday 3rd September, when Robbie was having his fifth birthday party, Jen was invited too. The party was held at Robbie’s Grandmas’ cottage and, like the party the year before, included invitations to his school friends. Unlike the year before, when Robbie had been in the Nursery and there had only been seven other classmates, Robbie was now in Preparation class and was one of fifteen. Prior to sending out invitations Cherry had discussed with Hilda and Nell how many children could be invited. The two older women had exchanged a long, amused glance and then replied ‘all of them!’

Sunday morning started rather early with Robbie waking just as dawn was breaking. He had crept into Cherry’s room with the aim of leaping onto her and waking her. In this he was thwarted as Shane Coates, who had spent the night, heard him moving about and moved to stop the excited little boy. After helping Robbie get dressed and leaving a note for Cherry, Shane carried Robbie downstairs on his shoulder. Out in the early morning sunshine Shane let Robbie down and proposed a race to the beach. The pair, man and boy, set off with a great deal of giggling and a few ear-splitting shrieks that Shane hoped could not be heard indoors. They reached the beach with Robbie marginally in front of Shane, yelling in triumph. The two spent the next fifteen minutes investigating a small rock pool, both of them taking off their trainers and paddling in the pool to try and find box jellyfish. They both agreed that there were definitely at least three of these deadly creatures in the pool but that they were in disguise and looked just like sea anemones.

At this point Robbie slipped over and landed with a splash and a yell on his back. Shane was there immediately hauling him up and checking him for injuries. Robbie was unhurt, just wet all down his back. However, after some serious discussion, they both decided that Robbie would easily dry off in the next hour or so and that there was no need to worry Mummy by telling her about the incident. That decided the two moved on to look for fossils in the rocks uncovered by the tide.
Author:  MaryR [ Wed Aug 22, 2007 6:43 pm ]
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Wonderful how they are all taking care of Jen. I do hope something good will come of it. And Shane is lovely with Robbie - poisonous jellyfish in disguise as sea anemones?!? Right! :lol:

Thanks, Lesley
Author:  Jennie [ Wed Aug 22, 2007 6:57 pm ]
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I do hope Jen sees all this, and realises what a normal relationship is.

Thanks, Lesley.
Author:  Rosalin [ Wed Aug 22, 2007 8:20 pm ]
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Tricky creatures those box jellyfish :lol:

Lovely relationship between Robbie and Shane, I'm another one hoping it will help Jen to see what's wrong with Callum.

Thanks Lesley
Author:  leahbelle [ Wed Aug 22, 2007 8:35 pm ]
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:lol: Thanks, Lesley! :lol:
Author:  wheelchairprincess [ Wed Aug 22, 2007 9:32 pm ]
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Love the idea of Shane and Robbie plotting and deciding there was no need to worry Cherry!
Author:  Carolyn P [ Thu Aug 23, 2007 1:00 pm ]
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Just caught up after my holiday and ...Wow, so much going on. :shock:
Author:  Tara [ Thu Aug 23, 2007 11:27 pm ]
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Loved the jellyfish in disguise, and Shane and Robbie are wonderful together.
Regis sends shivers up my spine, he is so clever and so manipulative (the bit where he wanted Jen to come out and tell him herself made me go cold - it sounds so reasonable ...), Jen wouldn't stand a chance without Cherry, Hilda and Nell. But if they're adopting her ... weep, Regis!

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The two older women had exchanged a long, amused glance and then replied ‘all of them!
Massed small children. What a thought!

Butcher and Geri have such an ability to recognise their different perspectives and sustain their friendship, but the thought of Butcher being condemned to spend the rest of her life, practically, in prison is really hard. What is going to become of her? I just can't imagine that, I really ache for her.

Thanks, Lesley.
Author:  Vikki [ Fri Aug 24, 2007 5:15 pm ]
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LOL!!!

Shane and Robbie are great together, and I can't wait to see what happens at Robbie's party.
Thanks Lesley!
Author:  Lesley [ Fri Aug 24, 2007 9:24 pm ]
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Only a short time later, just as Shane and Robbie were investigating the possibility of a particularly large rock being the fossilised remains of a Tyrannosaurus Rex skull, another two figures joined them on the beach. Hilda and Nell, out for their normal early morning run, had seen the pair and diverted slightly to greet them.

“Hello Robbie,” Hilda spoke first, “Happy Birthday darling!”

Robbie beamed and, pushing himself up from where he had been laid on the sand, ran across to hug his Grandma. Hilda lifted him into the air, remarking, “Oh, you’re getting a big boy to keep doing this, Robbie Elliott. And how did you get so wet?”

Robbie shook his head, “I’m not wet, Grandma,” he said sotto-voce, “only a bit damp.”

Nell reached across to take the little boy from her partner, “Well your damp feels a lot like soaking wet to me,” she hugged the lad to her, “five today, Robbie, nearly grown up.”

Shane also raised himself from his prone position, “He slipped over in the rock pond,” he explained, “didn’t hurt himself, though, so we thought he’d dry off.”

“And you didn’t want to worry Cherry?” Hilda said with a smile, “I think you’d need it to be a great deal warmer than it is today. Why don’t the pair of you come back to our cottage? I’m sure we’ve got some of Robbie’s clothes there, he can get changed.”

Robbie’s fifth birthday party was a great success; the children were all arriving from two pm so all the adults had all morning to get everything ready. Although rather overcast the weather remained dry and the fifteen five year olds were able to let off a great deal of steam outside. This was greeted with some relief by the adults that were also attending, most of whom remained indoors, at least for part of the time. Some of the adults stayed out ; Alison, Carol, Louise and Andrew were outside marshalling the excited children into teams for games and saw to it that none of them was left out. Robbie, of course, was in his element, especially when some evil genius made Alison suggest a water fight!

From the safety of the lounge Rosalind Moore looked out on the chaos outside and tried to keep hold of her seriously upset son,

“I’m sorry Jake,” she said firmly above his cries, “you’re only nine months old, you’re too small to be out in that maelstrom.

“Perhaps I can help?” The words were spoken very quietly but the effect on Ros was electric,

“Geoff? Geoff, but you’re in England, I spoke to you only last night.”

Geoff Stevens reached out and plucked his son from his wife’s very unstable grip, “When I spoke to you I was in Singapore Airport,” he smiled, “hoping desperately that there wasn’t going to be a tannoy announcement. I’ve got my posting and they gave me three weeks Embarkation Leave - I was on the next flight to Oz before they could change their minds.”

“Did you get a taxi from the airport then?”

Geoff grinned, “Well, sort of, though she refused to take any money,” he indicated where Ruth Derwent stood, looking somewhat guilty,

“Sorry Ros,” she said, “Geoff called me Friday and said to keep it a secret. He wanted to surprise you.”

“He did that,” Rosalind agreed, she stared up into her husband’s blue eyes, moved closer, then was stopped by their young son wriggling. Geoff lifted Jake high in the air then kissed him,

“Later son, I’ll give you a proper cuddle, but for now, why don’t you go play with your Auntie Ruth, your Mummy and I have a lot of catching up to do.” He handed Jake over to Ruth then swept Ros up in his arms.
Author:  Kathy_S [ Sat Aug 25, 2007 12:10 am ]
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*welcomes Geoff back*
*feels uneasy about prison*
*wishes Robbie a very happy birthday!* :D

Thank you, Lesley.
Author:  MaryR [ Sat Aug 25, 2007 7:13 pm ]
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Guess Robbie had a good birthday. :D

And what a lovely surprise for Rosalind. *Naughty Ruth* :lol:

Thanks, Lesley.
Author:  Caroline OSullivan [ Sat Aug 25, 2007 7:19 pm ]
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Happy Birthday Robbie - can't believe he's 5

Thanks Lesley :D
Author:  Liane [ Sat Aug 25, 2007 7:32 pm ]
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Happy Birthday Robbie!

And welcome back Geoff.
Thanks Lesley
Author:  Identity Hunt [ Sat Aug 25, 2007 7:55 pm ]
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I am glad Geoff is back, but everything in RCS land is going much too swimmingly well for my liking........it`s not natural :shock: :wink: :roll:

Thanks, as always, Lesley, for a great read !
I await the next installment with bated breath........
Author:  Pat [ Sat Aug 25, 2007 8:00 pm ]
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Identity Hunt wrote:
I am glad Geoff is back, but everything in RCS land is going much too swimmingly well for my liking........it`s not natural :shock: :wink: :roll:


Have to say that I agree. What's the betting it'll be just before the G when it all goes up!!!
Author:  Lesley [ Sat Aug 25, 2007 9:46 pm ]
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Pat wrote:
Identity Hunt wrote:
I am glad Geoff is back, but everything in RCS land is going much too swimmingly well for my liking........it`s not natural :shock: :wink: :roll:


Have to say that I agree. What's the betting it'll be just before the G when it all goes up!!!


As if I'd do something like that! :twisted: :wink:

Less than twenty minutes later a knock on the door sent Hilda out to answer it; outside she was surprised to see a few of the Upper Fifth standing there,

“What can I do for you, girls?” she asked, worried that there was a problem at the School.

One of the girls stepped forward, it was Kelly Stevens, “Oh please, Miss Annersley,” she began, “one of the girls said she thought she saw my Dad arrive and…”

Hilda held up a hand, “Kelly you know the cottages are off-limits during term time,” she began, she watched Kelly’s face fall then added, gently, “just this once then, he’s inside.” Kelly’s face was split by an enormous grin and she almost ran inside. Hilda looked over at the other girls, “Anything else, girls?”

Evadne Van Alden shook her head, “No, Miss Annersley, was just here to give Kelly some support.”

“Very well, off you go then.”

Inside the cottage Hilda returned just in time to see Kelly throw herself on her father - luckily he and Ros had been sitting demurely on the sofa, Geoff tickling his baby son. He grunted as his daughter landed on his lap,

“Kelly-girl, you’re getting a bit too old to be doing this now,” he protested faintly, all the time squeezing her tight and kissing her blond hair.

“You should have told me you were coming home,” Kelly said fiercely, “you should have told Ros too, she was really worried about you. Did you pass all your courses?”

“I did,” Geoff said somewhat smugly, “and I’ve got my wings back too - have been on three drops, including a night drop on Salisbury Plain that was uncomfortable to say the least - I’d forgotten just how cold and miserable summer rain can be in England.”

“But you passed okay then? What about the other course, the one for Senior Officers?”

Geoff sat back, Kelly still on his lap, and placed an arm around Rosalind, “Not a Senior Officers course,” he corrected, “the next one up, one for a General Officer - so I can be part of the General Staff.”

Kelly, an ‘Army brat’ all her life, grinned, “They’re grooming you for a Generalship? Fantastic! How long ‘til you get your next pip then?”

Geoff shook his head, “Not for a while yet,” he said, “I’ve only been a full Colonel for a year. First I need some experience as part of a General Staff. I’ve been given my next posting and am now on Embarkation leave before having to take it up.”

“Three weeks, Kelly,” Ros put in, “so he’ll be here for the first week of the holidays at least. We’ll have to arrange something special.”

Kelly frowned, “Three weeks? But that means the posting isn’t a Home one is it? So if you’re not going to be based in the UK or Europe, where are they sending you? Africa or the States, maybe? Or,” Kelly suddenly smiled, “are they sending you back here?”

Geoff shook his head, “No, none of those,” he said quietly, he turned to face Ros, his face grave, “I’ve been attached to the 16 Air Assault Brigade, as part of the General Staff to advise the Brigadier commanding.”

Ros’ face also grew grave as she suddenly had an inkling as to the news Geoff was about to tell her, “And where is this Brigade based, Geoff?”

Geoff’s arms tightened around both his wife and his daughter, “Afghanistan,” he said quietly.
Author:  Pat [ Sat Aug 25, 2007 10:01 pm ]
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Not good. Keep him away from the 'friendly fire' please Lesley.

And you know full well that you love to leave your 'non-cliffs' hanging just before Gathers!
Author:  Sugar [ Sat Aug 25, 2007 10:30 pm ]
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Ohhh heck Lets hope Geoff is kept safe.
Author:  Elder in Ontario [ Sat Aug 25, 2007 11:23 pm ]
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Ouch - that's a bit close to the events of the last few days - I agree with Pat about making sure Geoff is kept away from 'friendly fire' - please!!
Author:  Chelsea [ Sun Aug 26, 2007 3:35 am ]
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EEEP - please keep Geoff safe.
Author:  Ray [ Sun Aug 26, 2007 11:27 am ]
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Having just caught up on about a week's worth, I did have all these really good thoughts and comments to make.

Then I read the last post.

Now all I can say is: Meep!

Ray *chewing her nails on Geoff's behalf*
Author:  Ruth B [ Sun Aug 26, 2007 11:33 am ]
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Eeep!
Author:  Jennie [ Sun Aug 26, 2007 1:00 pm ]
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Lesley, how could you?

Thanks, but what a problem.
Author:  Katarzyna [ Sun Aug 26, 2007 3:48 pm ]
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Jennie wrote:
Lesley, how could you?


Oh Jennie, surely you know by now! It just comes naturally to her!




ps

thanks lesley!
Author:  Identity Hunt [ Sun Aug 26, 2007 4:44 pm ]
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Oh no !!!!!!!!!!!!

We have had a family member serve in Iraq and Afghanistan, and thank God he survived three tours of duty unscathed physically.

He doesn`t talk much about the horrors that he saw..... I hope Geoff will be okay physically and mentally.
Author:  Lesley [ Sun Aug 26, 2007 5:49 pm ]
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The silence that followed Geoff’s reply lasted at least thirty seconds before being broken by Robbie suddenly appearing and demanding more of the adults join in his games. Just about everyone felt pleased that Robbie’s arrival meant that they could concentrate on something else and most of the adults crowded out to join the five year olds in the garden. Inside the lounge Hilda and Nell looked quickly at each other before focusing on the family in front of them. Nell walked over to the table and poured out a couple of glasses of wine,

“Here,“ she said gruffly, “you both look as though you could do with this.” She handed the full glass to Rosalind but added some lemonade to the other before handing it to Kelly.

“Thanks Nell,” Geoff said quietly, “I was going to tell them but didn’t plan on it being so public.” While he was speaking Kelly had sipped her wine spritzer, Rosalind though placed hers on the table,

“I have to change Jake,“ she announced. Hilda looked at her closely, Rosalind looked close to tears.

“Come upstairs, Ros,“ she said, “you can use one of the bedrooms. She placed an arm around Rosalind and helped her up the stairs. Once in the bedroom Hilda left Rosalind with Jake and swiftly walked out to catch one of the other guests,

“Ruth? I think Rosalind needs you.“

“Are you sure, Hilda?“ Ruth had not been concentrating on the game, instead merely standing and thinking.

Hilda nodded, “Yes,” she said simply, “she needs to speak to you, to understand her feelings, before she speaks to Geoff.”

Ruth nodded, “Okay, where is she?”

“Third bedroom.” Ruth immediately moved to the stairs while Hilda made her way back into the lounge. She found Nell sitting on the sofa next to Kelly while Geoff was on his way to the door,

“Are you going to Rosalind?”

Geoff nodded.

“Leave her for a little while, Geoff,” Hilda advised, “she just needs a little time to become accustomed to the news.

Geoff nodded, turned so that he was looking out into the garden, after a few seconds he spoke, “I shouldn’t have said anything until we were on our own, I knew it would be a shock, especially as she’s never had to face it before. Bad enough first time round.”

“Your first wife had difficulty with your postings?”

Geoff nodded, “I was in Northern Ireland when Kelly was born - fine way for Sue to prepare for the birth of our child.”

“Both Sue and now Rosalind are aware of your profession, Geoff,” Hilda said softly, “I’m sure Sue was proud of you, I know that Rosalind is very proud of you.”

“Thanks Hilda,” Geoff said quietly. He walked over to sit beside Kelly, placed an arm around her. Some ten minutes later Rosalind re-appeared, Jake on her shoulder. Ruth was just behind her with a supportive hand on one arm. Rosalind’s eyes looked rather red but she had a smile on her face,

“Hilda, Nell,” she said, her voice a little shaky, “would you pass on my apologies to Robbie and wish him Happy Birthday? I think we should go home.”

“Of course,” Hilda smiled.

Rosalind walked over to stand in front of Geoff, “Come on, Warrior, I want to give you a proper welcome home, one that will show you just how proud we are of you.”

“Me too?” Kelly said quickly, looking over at both Hilda and Nell.

Nell nodded, “Be back at School tomorrow morning for Assembly, Kelly,” she said.

“Of course you too,” Rosalind added, “We’re all family, aren’t we?”
Author:  Liane [ Sun Aug 26, 2007 6:07 pm ]
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Poor...all of them really. Glad Geoff has passed his tests but please don't do anything too mean to him.

Thanks Lesley
Author:  Kathy_S [ Sun Aug 26, 2007 6:40 pm ]
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Stressful even if Geoff makes it through his tour (relatively) unscathed. Good thing Rosallind will continue to have the support of Ruth et al.

Thank you, Lesley.
Author:  lizziearrnet [ Sun Aug 26, 2007 7:11 pm ]
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Lesley I have just caught up on the whole lot from start to presnet (including yibble...I love their reaction to all those cliffs!!!!!!)

Love it all...absolutly lovely, but I am now seriously hooked and want to know more....any cahnce of more very very soon....I know you've only just written that bit..but...please!!!!

Thankyou!!!!!
Author:  Cath V-P [ Mon Aug 27, 2007 1:59 am ]
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Oh goodness, poor Geoff and Rosalind, having to come to terms with that.
Author:  Jennie [ Mon Aug 27, 2007 2:08 pm ]
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Thanks, Lesley. At least they're over the first shock.
Author:  MaryR [ Mon Aug 27, 2007 3:48 pm ]
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Glad Hilda was there to help them through it with her own brand of sensitivity.

Thanks, Lesley
Author:  leahbelle [ Mon Aug 27, 2007 3:50 pm ]
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Thanks, Lesley. It must be tough for them.
Author:  Vikki [ Mon Aug 27, 2007 5:44 pm ]
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Thank you Lesley!
PLEASE don't let anything bad happen to Geoff, it would be too horrible.
Author:  Lesley [ Mon Aug 27, 2007 9:49 pm ]
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The final two weeks of term went quickly; partway through the first week Nell Wilson took the afternoon - she had been invited on a tour of Monash University, concentrating on the Science department and the facilities that were available. She returned with a great deal of enthusiasm for the role. Hilda had smiled to see such animation from her friend and had nodded appreciatively every so often in the hope that Nell did not realise that her friend had no idea what she was talking about!

News for Jen was good with Hilda finally managing to get Jen registered on a course for women experiencing abuse. It was a very new type of course - a six week residential one. The women would stay at the centre the entire time in the hopes of managing to completely break their link and dependence on the abusive partner. Cherry was really pleased for her friend, though rather annoyed that Jen had seemed somewhat ungrateful - not even thinking to thank Hilda and Nell for funding the cost of the course, instead feeling that she was entitled to help from those with money.

At the prison Butcher had received some welcome news; the Real Surgeon, Liam Ford, had visited and examined her. Although admonishing her for having added to her injuries he had then confirmed that she could start light duties from the following week. That afternoon, after those at work had returned to the Wing, Butcher had sat with a number of the other women in the TV Room, relating to Rees and Grant all that had been said.

“So what does ‘Light Duties’ mean then?” Grant said with a frown.

Butcher grinned, “As little as I can get away with and still earn my pay,” she said, “plus we’ll have to see if we can use the fact I’m carrying some metal in here,” she tapped her ribs.

“Won’t Shaw have already warned the screws about that though?”

Butcher nodded, “Yeah, that’s what’ll make it interesting, seeing if we can still fool them. I thought maybe…that it was going to rain earlier, didn’t you?”

The swift change in conversation was easily explained when the rest of the women looked round to see that the Probationary Officer, Mr Fielder, had entered the room. He looked across at Butcher, aware that she had suddenly changed her speech,

“What were you talking about, Butcher?”

“Just asking the girls if they thought it was going to rain, Mr Fielder,” Butcher replied, a slight smile on her face. “What do you think? We going to get any more thunderstorms?”

Fielder shook his head, “You don’t fool me, Butcher,” he said, “you were talking about something else, something illegal I’m sure, What was it?”

“Don’t know what you’re talking about, Mr Fielder,” Butcher replied, her expression betraying amusement. Fielder seemed to recognise this as he grew noticeably redder in the face.

“You know exactly what I’m talking about, Butcher,” Fielder replied angrily, “and stand up when I’m speaking to you!”

Butcher gazed calmly back at the angry man, “I’m comfortable just here, thanks Mr Fielder,” she said quietly.

“Didn’t you hear me? I gave you a direct order,” Fielder looked incensed, “you should already be on your feet. In fact,” he spun round to include the watching women, “you should all be on your feet. It’s in Regulations, inmates will stand when an Officer enters the room.”

Butcher caught the eyes of every women in the room, no one moved, she grinned, “Haven’t you got your books mixed up, Mr Fielder?” she asked, “that sounds more like the Regs for the Army, not a prison.”

“I’m well aware of Prison Regulations, Butcher,” Fielder hissed, “an inmate will show respect to a Prison Officer by standing when he or she enters the room.”

Butcher nodded, “Ah, well there’s the rub, see? We can’t show respect when we don’t have it, can we?”

Fielder suddenly smiled, “You’ve over-reached yourself, Butcher, that’s insolence, insubordination and disobedience. You’ve just earned yourself time in Solitary.” He spun round, glaring at all the other women, “You all have, two days for each of you, but you, Butcher, have five.”

Butcher looked across at where a couple of the mice were looking worried, she smiled, “Well you might find that difficult, Mr Fielder,” she said quite reasonably, “I mean there are eleven of us here and only eight Solitary cells, one of which is being used. I suppose we could take them in relays?”

There were a few laughs, quickly muffled, at this from Butcher, Fielder spun round, his face showing his anger but whatever he was about to say was lost as, along with all the women, he caught the flicker of another person entering the room. As she saw it Butcher reacted immediately, standing up in as close an approximation of a parade ground attention as possible. The rest of the women were not slow to follow suit and all eleven stood there in silence.

Fielder looked across to see the Governor had just entered the room, “Governor? I wish to place all of these women on report for disobedience and Butcher for additional charges of insolence and insubordination. I insist that you do something…”

Geri Shaw raised one eyebrow and Fielder stuttered to a halt, “…I mean, I request that you please do something.”

Geri looked over at where the eleven women still stood as still as soldiers, as she did a bell sounded, “Very well, Mr Fielder, why don’t you write out a report of this incident please? I’ll see you in my Office in thirty minutes.”

The young man nodded stiffly and left the room. The Governor looked at the women, “That was the bell signalling Tea,” she said, “you should all go across and get your meals.”

The women all relaxed and began to file out of the room, “Not you, Butcher,” the Governor said softly.

Butcher remained still and the two waited until everyone else had vacated the room. Once the door closed behind the last Geri looked over at the inmate still standing at attention, “Do sit down, Butcher,” she said drily, “I’m sure you’ll damage something holding yourself in that position.”

Butcher smiled and relaxed into her chair.

“Not that I’m complaining,” Shaw continued, “But I do believe that is the first time any inmate at this prison has ever risen on my entering a room.”

Butcher’s smile widened into a grin, “Made a point though, didn’t it?”
Author:  lizziearrnet [ Mon Aug 27, 2007 10:00 pm ]
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:lol: :twisted: *giggles with delight in a corner*

Just what fielder deserved really...love the disobedience given to him, followed by the respect to Geri....

*leaves the room quietly giggling to herself still...*
Author:  Fiona Mc [ Mon Aug 27, 2007 10:25 pm ]
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:lol: :lol: :lol: :lol: :lol: Loved Butcher in that. And you still didn't tell up what Geri and Butcher talked about. :( Not happy Jan
Author:  Tara [ Mon Aug 27, 2007 10:39 pm ]
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I liked Hilda's enjoyment of Nell's enthusiasm - and her ability to hide her own total lack of comprehension!

It's a bit worrying that Jen is taking the fact that her course is being paid for so much for granted. Makes me wonder how serious she is, or if she's just doing it because of pressure from Cherry, Hilda and Nell, in which case it won't work. Fingers crossed, but I have an uneasy feeling about Jen.

Oh, Butcher, you are incorrigible!! Yes, she made her point crystal clear and yes, I laughed, too, but she's storing up real trouble, Fielding isn't mature or self-confident enough to cope with being made to look foolish and, as a screw, even an incompetent one, he could make life pretty nasty. Good that Butcher is making real progress health-wise.

Thanks, Lesley.
Author:  Jennie [ Tue Aug 28, 2007 11:30 am ]
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Oh dear, Butcher! Don't let that silly man get his knife into you.

I'm severely worried about Jen, she needs to think deeply about how she is going to live her life, and how Cherry has made good and started to live a decent life.
Author:  MaryR [ Tue Aug 28, 2007 6:08 pm ]
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Loved Geri's bemusement that they should stand for her - and hopefully she will sort Fielder out.

Thanks, Lesley
Author:  Lesley [ Tue Aug 28, 2007 7:59 pm ]
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Miss Shaw smiled, “Yes it did,” she agreed, “now, before I see Mr Fielder, perhaps you could give me your version of events?” Butcher made to speak but subsided when the Governor held up a hand, “Just to warn you, Butcher, I do not intend to simply take your version as gospel. Mr Fielder will have his chance to put forward his viewpoint as well.”

“Understood, Governor,” Butcher nodded, “most people in your position wouldn’t even bother getting my side of things,” she followed by giving a fairly accurate version of all that had happened from when Fielder had first entered until Shaw herself had entered. Then she paused and sighed, “I suppose, if I’m honest…” she grinned across at the other women before adding, “It does happen occasionally, you know?” Geri Shaw bit her lip to stop herself from laughing.

Butcher continued, “If I’m honest then what he said about me? Insolence and insubordination? He’s probably right – I was. But Shaw, he’s got to take some responsibility – he’s made no effort to talk to us as people, he brings up obscure rules and regs and expects us to jump when he says so. I respect you; I respect most of the sc… Prison Officers in here. If Mrs Francis or Miss Mareck had been in here there wouldn’t have been a problem – they know not to ask questions that aren’t going to get an answer. Hell even the baby screw in Solitary, Miss Emmott, is fine – and she started the same time as Fielder.” Butcher stopped for a moment, took a deep breath, “You want my opinion? He’s dangerous – and if he doesn’t change then, someday, he’s going to have a lot more that just cons laughing at him.”

“That’s not a threat, is it?”

Butcher shook her head, “You know me better than that, Shaw. I’m just telling you that, his attitude, his opinions, if they don’t change he’ll be in trouble.”

Shaw rose, “Alright Butcher, thank you for that. You’d better get along before you miss your tea,” she paused then added, “and I understand that you have been passed fit to return to work?

”Yes Governor,” Butcher said, also standing, “Mr Ford said I can return to light duties tomorrow.”

“Hmmm,” the Governor mused, “well I wouldn’t count on that just yet, Butcher.” She left to return to her Office.
Author:  Rosalin [ Tue Aug 28, 2007 9:52 pm ]
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Well time in solitary isn't exactly new to Butcher, is it? And she certainly made her point.

There's so many things here to wibble about after a week away I don't know where to start.

*goes off to make a timetable*

Thanks Lesley.
Author:  Lesley [ Tue Aug 28, 2007 10:25 pm ]
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Back in the Admin block Geri Shaw greeted the young Mickey Fielder and ushered him into her office. “Sit down, Mickey,” she said quietly, “you have your report?”

“Yes Governor, but I just want to…” he stopped as Geri raised a hand.

“Let me read through this first,” she said, “then we can talk.”

Fielder sat back in his chair with barely contained impatience. Geri swiftly read through the account, it was basically the same as Butcher’s account; a fact which did not really surprise the Governor. However in this account the blame was placed firmly on Butcher’s shoulders. She looked across at the young man,

“You are quite correct, Mickey,” she said, “there is enough evidence of insolence and insubordination from Butcher.”

“Thank you Governor,” he made to rise but was stopped by a quick hand signal from the woman behind the desk.

“Butcher should know better,” Shaw continued, “and she should also know the penalty, however I don’t find your behaviour particularly encouraging either.”

The boy looked both puzzled and shocked, “But Governor I was attempting to discover their plans, and they all disobeyed not only my order but a regulation.”

“Yes, a regulation,” Shaw repeated, “tell me Mickey, how often, in your nearly six months here, have you seen any inmate stand when an Officer enters a room? Apart from today, of course.” There was a pause while Fielder obviously tried and failed to think of an incidence, “Shall I tell you? Never, it never happens.”

“But it’s a regulation, Governor,” Fielder insisted.

Geri sighed deeply, “Mr Fielder, within the rules and regulations for running correctional facilities there are any number of redundant ones. I personally know of a regulation detailing the correct way for prisoners to ‘slop out’ - it’s not used now, there’s no need. And the ruling for inmates to stand when an officer enters the room belongs to the beginning of the twentieth century, not the beginning of the twenty-first. You should have developed enough common sense to realise which rules you should enforce and which are unnecessary - if you couldn’t tell you should ask. No-one minds you asking questions, Mr Fielder, what they, what I, mind is that, through your stupid behaviour you have not only opened yourself to ridicule but you have placed the entire profession in that same state. I don’t care so much about you, Mr Fielder, I do care about the rest of the Prison Officers here. When the inmates lose their respect for the Officers then there will be trouble. It might have escaped your notice, but they outnumber us by quite a large percentage.”

Geri took a deep breath and sat back in her chair, staring across at the young officer in front of her. For his part, she noticed, he appeared both shocked and puzzled, she shook her head, not sure whether her next actions were due to her own experiences as a rookie or were really the best way forward. She caught Fielder’s gaze once more,

“You have only three weeks of your six-month probation to go, Mickey,” she said gently, “as it stands at the moment I will be failing you and you will be dismissed from the Service. However, I am prepared to give you one chance to improve, I suggest you take it. Starting tomorrow you will be placed under the direct supervision of Pat Francis. Pat is one of the most experienced Officers in this establishment and she is also Senior Wing Officer. Learn from her. In addition I suggest that you attempt to regain some of the respect you’ve lost in the eyes of the inmates. Because unless you can do that you will be useless as one of my Officers. Now, take the rest of the shift off and be here first thing tomorrow morning to join Mrs Francis.”

The quiet, “Yes Governor,” was only just heard by Geri and Fielder rose and, almost in a daze, left her Office.

Geri shook her head, wondering whether it would work; she reached across and picked up the phone, dialled the home number for Pat, she would need to know about her new responsibility.

A short time later Geri returned to the Wing. Tea was over and it was now Association Time. The Governor walked through the Wing acknowledging the greetings directed toward her, she reached her destination and looked across at where Butcher and some of the others were playing a game of cards. Butcher looked up,

“Did you want to join us, Governor?”

Geri shook her head, “No thank you, Butcher, I need to speak with you, but finish the game first.”

Butcher nodded and returned to the game with some intensity, using matchsticks as counters. After about seven minutes though she was forced to hand over all her matches to one of the other players and retired from the game. She smiled across at the Governor, “My luck’s not in tonight,” she said.

“No, Butcher,” Geri replied with meaning.

Butcher caught the tone, “What’s the damage then?”

“Three days Solitary, Butcher,” Shaw replied.

Butcher nodded, “And the others?”

“No, just you.”

Butcher shrugged, “Fair enough, I can use the time to up my fitness. Want me to come with you now?”

Geri nodded and the two fell in step together heading toward the Solitary Wing. After some seconds Butcher looked across at the Governor,

“What about him?”

The Governor looked across, “You’re not asking me about any possible disciplinary matters with my Officers, are you Butcher?”

“No Governor, of course not.”

“Good."
Author:  Lottie [ Tue Aug 28, 2007 10:32 pm ]
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Two updates at once - thanks, Lesley! :D

I do like it that Geri is always so fair. I wonder if Fielder can be turned into a useful screw in his last few weeks. I suppose that you aren't going to tell us for ages now - you'll switch to a different part of the story.
Author:  Fiona Mc [ Tue Aug 28, 2007 10:49 pm ]
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Loved the two updates. Thanks Lesley.
Author:  Rosalin [ Wed Aug 29, 2007 12:22 am ]
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Ooh and more :D

Geri is ever so good at keeping things fair. I'm intrigued as to how Fielder is going to turn out, however.

Thanks Lesley.
Author:  Kathy_S [ Wed Aug 29, 2007 2:12 am ]
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Thank you, Lesley, especially for the extra post!

Here's hoping Pat can help turn him around -- but somehow I'm still waiting for the other shoe to fall.
Author:  Ruth B [ Wed Aug 29, 2007 10:39 am ]
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Thank you Lesley.

Is it wrong that when I heard about the prison officers strike on the radio I immediately thought, "How would Butcher react to this?"
Author:  Jennie [ Wed Aug 29, 2007 10:58 am ]
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Thanks, Lesley.
Author:  francesn [ Wed Aug 29, 2007 1:08 pm ]
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Just caught up on a weeks worth....

*wibbles about Geoff*
*wibbles about the situation in the prison*
*wibbles a little about Jen*
*wibbles a little about Nell leaving RCS*

Thanks you Lesley - that saves me having to cut my fingernails!
Author:  MaryR [ Wed Aug 29, 2007 2:43 pm ]
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Doesn't pull her punches, does she? Either with Fielder or with Butcher. :twisted:

Thanks, Lesley
Author:  Alex [ Wed Aug 29, 2007 9:54 pm ]
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I haven't been posting much lately, Lesley, but that doesn't mean I'm not enjoying this as much as usual.

Thanks for all the updates.
Author:  Tara [ Wed Aug 29, 2007 10:31 pm ]
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Ruth B wrote:
Is it wrong that when I heard about the prison officers strike on the radio I immediately thought, "How would Butcher react to this?"
Um ... me, too! :oops:

Geri is so good, she's so much in tune with Butcher, yet keeps her firmly in her place - no mean feat! Of course, Butcher lets her do it, out of respect and affection, and how right Geri is that only respect can bring authority.
I hope Fielder can be reclaimed, but the things he doesn't seem to understand are so intangible, I'm not sure how you make someone sensitive to other people and atmospheres and structures of power. Pat has a hard task ahead.
Author:  Lesley [ Thu Aug 30, 2007 10:06 am ]
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Sneaking on at work! :oops:

The following day at the School was the last full day before the end of term – the Friday being a day for travelling home. Within each Department, as well as normal lessons, the Staff made some time to tidy up and make their respective classrooms and labs respectable. Miss Annersley spent most of the afternoon ensconced with Mollie Mackenzie going through a number of difficulties that had been thrown up by the Finance staff.

“And what about this firm, Mollie?”

Mollie looked through the paperwork quickly, “They were the firm that we originally retained to clean the windows, back when Madge first started the School. They were paid in advance for the first six months and were supposed to come on-site every month. After the first months, when they were so bad that they broke two windows, they were considered in breach of contract and Madge fired them. We hired a better firm, one we use even now.”

“So what’s the problem? It’s got to be almost three years ago that this happened?”

”More than three years. The problem is that we paid them in advance and we’ve yet to see any refund. We routinely send them invoices every month requesting that they repay – each month we get back some excuse as to why they can’t,” Mollie sighed, “it was probably naïve to pay in advance like that but, at the time, I was pretty naïve about business myself.”

“Well you’ve learnt from your mistakes,” the Head said encouragingly, “now, you’ve written to this firm?”

“Last time was just over a month ago, at that time I said that if the refund did not happen we would be considering legal action.”

“Good, that’s exactly the action I was about to suggest. I assume you want me to authorise taking that step?”

“Yes Hilda, I’ve already mentioned the case to Kate Mason, she says there should be no trouble pursuing the claim in the small claims court.”

“In that case go ahead, Mollie, this company has trespassed upon our generosity for too long.”

Mollie smiled and placed the file to one side before reaching for another, however, before she could say anything further the connecting door between the Head and Deputy Head’s Studies was flung open with some force making both the women seated there jump. Nell Wilson looked in,

“I need to talk to you, Hilda,” she said quickly, "now!"

Hilda looked across, seeing that, for whatever reason, her friend was extremely angry, she nodded toward the Finance Head, “I’ll speak with you again later, Mollie,” she said quietly, “I think Nell’s concern is rather more immediate.”
Author:  Rosalin [ Thu Aug 30, 2007 10:24 am ]
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I was wondering what Geri would think of the strike.

I hope what Nell is angry about isn't too serious.

Thanks Lesley.
Author:  Ruth B [ Thu Aug 30, 2007 10:28 am ]
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Aaaargh!

Now you wouldn't be thinking about leaving it like that until after the gather would you Lesley? :evil:
Author:  Jennie [ Thu Aug 30, 2007 10:34 am ]
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What's wrong now, I wonder?
Author:  Dawn [ Thu Aug 30, 2007 6:11 pm ]
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It was very nice of you to sneak on at work Lesley, but it would be even nicer if you could do another post - and better still if it stayed with Hilda and Nell and we could find out a little more


Looks like there's going to be lots for people to wibble about over the weeekend :roll:
Author:  Pat [ Thu Aug 30, 2007 7:08 pm ]
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Dawn wrote:
It was very nice of you to sneak on at work Lesley, but it would be even nicer if you could do another post - and better still if it stayed with Hilda and Nell and we could find out a little more


Looks like there's going to be lots for people to wibble about over the weeekend :roll:


You do realise that even if we do get another post tonight, they'll still be a nice cliff, don't you? It could be a lot worse than this one! Sneaking on at work gives the Queen of Cliffs the chance to do that tonight! :twisted: :twisted:
Author:  Liane [ Thu Aug 30, 2007 8:31 pm ]
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I knew she'd leave a cliff before the Gather, I just knew it!
*wibbles about Nell*
What can have happened this time?

Thanks Lesley
Author:  Dawn [ Thu Aug 30, 2007 9:18 pm ]
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Pat wrote:
Dawn wrote:
It was very nice of you to sneak on at work Lesley, but it would be even nicer if you could do another post - and better still if it stayed with Hilda and Nell and we could find out a little more


Looks like there's going to be lots for people to wibble about over the weeekend :roll:


You do realise that even if we do get another post tonight, they'll still be a nice cliff, don't you? It could be a lot worse than this one! Sneaking on at work gives the Queen of Cliffs the chance to do that tonight! :twisted: :twisted:


Oh yes - I just thought I'd ask - on the basis if you don't ask you don't get :wink:


I actually expect her to scatter a few more cliffs liberally around before she leaves tomorrow
Author:  Tara [ Thu Aug 30, 2007 11:07 pm ]
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Eek! Now just what has reduced Nell to such a state of fury that she'd barge in like that when Hilda was busy with someone else??? I was interested in the financial details until that happened, too!

Lesley, if you leave us hanging all weekend, I shall come and bite you!
Author:  Jennie [ Fri Aug 31, 2007 7:04 am ]
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Lesley will leave us hanging like that if she wants to, she loves it when we wibble.
Author:  Lesley [ Fri Aug 31, 2007 7:43 am ]
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I'm too good for you lot! :roll: And now I'm going to be late getting to Vikki's! :lol:

Mollie nodded and swiftly gathered up her files and papers before leaving the room. Once the door shut behind the Bursar Hilda looked over at Nell, “Why don’t you sit down, Nell,” she said, “and tell me what the problem is?”

“I don’t want to sit down, Hilda,” Nell retorted angrily, “as for what’s wrong, do you know where I’ve been this afternoon?”

Hilda moved to check the Master Timetable on her computer but Nell forestalled her, “Don’t bother checking, I’ll tell you. I’ve been over helping Pauline and Kathy tidy up in the labs and doing a stock check. Lesley also came across to help, though Rebecca was teaching.”

The Head nodded, aware that a number of her Staff had arranged time to do something similar before the end of term.

“And guess what the topic of conversation was?” Nell said, her grey eyes flashing, “It was who would be taking over as Science Head when I leave at the end of the year. Now I know I’ve not mentioned the job offer to anyone, Hilda, you’re the only other person that knows. So you must have said something. Well?”

Hilda swallowed quickly before replying, “I did mention it, Nell, yes,” she confessed, “only in passing when I was talking to Lesley and Kathy a few weeks ago.”

“Well thanks a lot, Hilda,” Nell returned, “they’ve already made the decision for me.”

“I’m sorry, Nell, I didn’t intend any breach of confidence,” Hilda replied, “I was just so proud of the fact that you had been offered the post. I told them about it and about how I felt it was such a perfect post for you.”

“Well excuse me, Hilda, but what you feel doesn’t actually matter in this instance,” Nell had not stopped pacing since entering Hilda’s Study and her response was delivered while she had her back to her friend. She spun round, “My entire life decisions, big decisions, have been made for me. Just this once I want to make a decision based on how I feel - not how my staff feel, not how anyone else feels,” a pause then, “and especially not how you feel, Hilda. Just this once, I’ve got to make a decision for me.”

Hilda Annersley frowned, one hand rose to partially cover her mouth, she shook her head, “I never intended to make the decision for you, Nell,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper, “I just felt, and feel, that this is such a wonderful opportunity for you. That you should take it…”

“…and your thoughts have a habit of coming true, Hilda,” Nell returned, her eyes softening slightly as her temper eased, “that’s always been the case, hasn’t it? You’re the best when it comes to following through on a course of action. You’ve spent so many years moulding young lives, you're renowned for it. I don’t blame you, that’s your job and your genius. But I’m old enough to make my own mind up now.”

Nell took a deep breath then slowly released it, she walked across and sat in the chair opposite her friend, “Can you understand, Hilda? I’ve lived in your shadow almost all my life. It’s not that I’m complaining, you’re my best friend, my soul mate,” she swallowed then continued, “but I’ve got to make up my own mind about this; without any pressure or influence from anyone else. And especially without any pressure or influence from you.” She rose and quietly returned to her own Study.
Author:  Jennie [ Fri Aug 31, 2007 7:52 am ]
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Well, I can see that Nell has a major point there, she's entirely correct.

Thanks Lesley, have wonderful day.
Author:  Rosalin [ Fri Aug 31, 2007 8:29 am ]
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Yes, Nell certainly has a point.

Thanks Lesley.
Author:  Pat [ Fri Aug 31, 2007 10:43 am ]
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Wow! Thanks Lesley. See you later.
Author:  Jennie [ Fri Aug 31, 2007 11:04 am ]
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I've just had a thought, Lesley has left us on an even bigger cliff there.
Author:  Elder in Ontario [ Fri Aug 31, 2007 12:07 pm ]
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Oops!!! - but Nell does make a valid point there.

And of course we have to stay on that cliff until after the Gather - but we knew we'd be left on one anyhow, didn't we?
Author:  MaryR [ Fri Aug 31, 2007 12:21 pm ]
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Ouch! Poor Hilda - the guilt will consume her, especially as what happened wasn't what she intended.

Thanks, Lesley
Author:  Sal [ Fri Aug 31, 2007 2:10 pm ]
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Gosh difficult situation for both Hilda and Nell

Thanks Lesley
Author:  Tara [ Fri Aug 31, 2007 10:21 pm ]
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Oh, ouch, that was truly painful (and yes, I know I asked for it - and thank you!). I felt so much for both of them.

I had been thinking Hilda was taking rather a lot for granted, in fact I was wondering if Nell had made a decision and I'd somehow missed it! She desperately wants the best for Nell, of course, and is urging her in a direction which will bring her (Hilda) a lot of personal grief, but she is forgetting that the decision is not hers.
I loved Nell's perspective on Hilda's talent for moulding lives, and that 'it's your job and your genius' phrase is lovely. Despite Nell's tumultuous entrance, her exit has a quiet dignity which is very impressive.

I'll be so interested to see what she decides.

Have a great weekend, Lesley.
Author:  Katarzyna [ Sun Sep 02, 2007 8:27 pm ]
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*lurks impatiently in thread*

Well, if Vikki and the Tardis got home at 7.30 pm, then Lesley should be home about now, 10 minute to type up tonight's episode which she will have thought out fully in the car on the way home, means, oh i reckon i should camp out here for a short while as it should be posted very soon.

Tired? no, i don't think so, of course not, a weekend away is nothing, she has to appease her fans as she's abandoned us all weekend.
Author:  Carolyn P [ Sun Sep 02, 2007 8:44 pm ]
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Well she didn't abandon all of us, after all I heard a Lesley drabble this weekend and a Lesley plotting!
Author:  Vikki [ Sun Sep 02, 2007 11:57 pm ]
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Lesley wrote:
I'm too good for you lot! :roll: And now I'm going to be late getting to Vikki's! :lol:



She bl**dy was as well...... :roll:


Thanks Lesley, have just caught up on lots of posts. Loved the scene with Butcher and co standing to attention as Geri came in, and hope Hilda and Nell can sort their differences soon!
Author:  Cath V-P [ Mon Sep 03, 2007 8:12 am ]
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Ah, oh dear. I can see why Nell wants to make the decision herself - and Hilda would have been so proud of the fact that she'd been offered the job.
Author:  Lesley [ Mon Sep 03, 2007 3:16 pm ]
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Inside her own Study Nell Wilson walked over to gaze, unseeingly, out of the large window. There was a faint noise behind her but she did not react until she felt a hand on her shoulder,

“Nell? I never felt that you lived in my shadow,” the words were spoken softly and Nell could recognise the underlying distress in the owner’s voice. She reached up to place her own hand over the first.

“I know, Hilda, it was one of many things that endeared you to me,” she turned to look directly across at her friend, “but you were the only one that didn’t see it. As far as everyone else is concerned that’s what happened. That the author, having created two strong characters, didn’t know what to do with the second. And so made her permanently live in the shadow of the first.”

Hilda bit her lip, “But…we were Joint Heads, Co-Heads, during much of our time at the School,” she protested faintly.

Nell nodded, her eyes somewhat sad, “Yes we were,” she agreed, “and I lost count of the number of times I overheard one of the ‘sheepdogs’ explaining to a new girl that there were two Headmistresses, Miss Annersley and Miss Wilson, but that Miss Annersley was the senior,”

“But…” Hilda began,

“…and after I was sent off to Head the Finishing Branch even that was forgotten half the time,” Nell continued, “You were shown as sole Head then, weren’t you?”

“You were still Co-Head, Nell,” Hilda protested, “we still made joint decisions.”

Nell shook her head, “No we didn’t, Hilda,” she said gently, “we discussed things, it’s true, but you made the final decision. You did, in fact, exactly what is done now, you consulted me and then made your decision. At least my role now is far more honest than before, at least here I’m known by my correct title. And just as an additional aside, Hilda,” she added, “whenever anyone refers to the pair of us, what do they say?”

Hilda looked puzzled for a moment, then her brow cleared, “Hilda and Nell,” she said softly.

Nell nodded, “Makes it pretty obvious, even there, doesn’t it?”

Hilda bent her head in thought for a time then looked across at her friend again, “You were the one responsible for interviewing and appointing Kathie Ferrars, Nell,” she said, “that was after becoming Head of St Mildred’s.”

Nell nodded, “Yes, I know,” she agreed, “and the fact that you can remember it shows just how unusual an incidence that was. Can you think of any other?”

Hilda thought deeply for some seconds before, regretfully, shaking her head.

Nell smiled, a faint, gently ironic smile, “Neither can I,“ she said quietly, “rather proves my point, doesn’t it?”

Hilda shook her head slowly, her expression solemn, “I’m so sorry, Nell,” she began, “I never even reali…” she stopped as Nell reached forward and placed a hand over her mouth, effectively gagging her,

“Hey, you’ve no reason to apologise, Hilda,” Nell said, her grey eyes boring into Hilda’s with some intensity, “you’ve done nothing wrong and I don’t, in any way, blame you for what’s happened in the past,” she took a deep breath before continuing, “it’s just that, now I’ve been given this opportunity, I need time to consider if it’s what I want. And it needs to be my decision.” She removed her hand to allow Hilda reply,

“When do you have to make your decision?”

“By the end of the year,” Nell replied, “that way, if I decide to take the post, I’d work three months notice here and then be looking at starting with the University the beginning of second term. It would give Ted Hanley, the current Science Department Head, about nine months to handover before he moved on to his post as Dean.”

Hilda nodded, “Fine, well in that case, Nell, I await your decision by the end of the year. Alright?”

Nell smiled slightly, “Alright Hilda, and thanks,” she lifted a hand to her head and slowly massaged her temples, “I’m starting a headache,” she continued, “think I’ll take a walk round the Grounds. I’ve got a Free Lesson at the moment.”

“Fine,” Hilda nodded, “I’ll see you later.”
Author:  Rosalin [ Mon Sep 03, 2007 3:58 pm ]
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Phew, I'm glad they've sorted that out.

Thanks Lesley.
Author:  Vikki [ Mon Sep 03, 2007 4:34 pm ]
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*hugs Nell and Hilda tight*
(and yes, my phrasing was deliberate!!!)

Thank you Lesley, and chance of the next installment? :wink:
Author:  Jennie [ Mon Sep 03, 2007 6:44 pm ]
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Thanks, Lesley. It's good to see Hilda leaving it to Nell.
Author:  MaryR [ Mon Sep 03, 2007 6:58 pm ]
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Poor Hilda - she cares for Nell so much that she doesn't see her as in any way inferior or coming second. As far as she is concerned, they share the responsibilities.

And, Nell, it's only that it's easier to say that way round. :lol: Better than Nilda and Hell, which is what I frequently say when talking about you. :roll:

Thanks, Lesley
Author:  Tara [ Mon Sep 03, 2007 10:17 pm ]
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That was a moving moment, Lesley, and all that Nell said was true in respect of the books. The only thing I can think of on the other side is in Gay, when Nell is very taken aback to have her perspective totally ignored by Miss Bubb, because she is so used to discussing everything with Hilda.
But they have been set free from the books now, so, now that Hilda has realised how Nell feels, I have a feeling she'll be setting her mind to doing something about it. Her own respect and love for Nell would certainly want them to be seen by everyone as equals, as she does herself.

*Goes off muttering 'Nell can't leave' as a mantra*
Author:  Fiona Mc [ Mon Sep 03, 2007 10:45 pm ]
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Thanks Lesley. Thought provoking as always
Author:  Kathy_S [ Tue Sep 04, 2007 12:49 am ]
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Tough call! I know which I'd choose, and it wouldn't be Hilda's automatic reaction -- but it's up to Nell, and she needs to know she's made the decision on her own and for the right reasons.

Thank you, Lesley.
Author:  Elbee [ Tue Sep 04, 2007 8:08 am ]
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I loved the Hilda and Nell scene, thanks Lesley.
Author:  Lesley [ Tue Sep 04, 2007 8:43 pm ]
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The end of term went well with all the pupils and Staff leaving on time to catch planes, trains or lifts home in cars. By four pm the RCS was almost deserted and the two most Senior members of Staff spent thirty minutes strolling through the School to assess if anything important needed to be done. As they reached the Kindergarten playground the Head stopped,

“When are they coming to start re-laying the surface?”

“First thing Monday morning,” Nell replied, “Haines promised me that the work would be done in under a week and that the surface will be suitable to use only days later,” Nell replied, she grinned, “of course he does know that if that’s not the case I will be paying him a visit. He seemed anxious to avoid that for some reason.”

“I wonder why?” Hilda returned, smiling. The two strolled on, a short time later Nell spoke again,

"Cherry and Robbie are out with Shane tomorrow, aren’t they?”

Hilda nodded, “Yes, they’re going to Phillip Island for the weekend. Robbie is very excited, he’s never stopped talking about the Penguin Parade.”

“Do you know it’s more than fifteen months ago? Since we went there, I mean?”

“Really?” Hilda looked surprised, “Yes I suppose it must be, it was during the latter part of Second Term last year, wasn’t it?”

“It was,” Nell confirmed, a short pause then she chuckled, “wonder if Robbie will run off to see the penguins again?”

Hilda also laughed, “I doubt it,” she replied, “I expect Cherry will ensure that all the doors are secured this time,” she looked across at her friend, “they are spending a great deal of time together, aren’t they?”

Nell nodded, “They are - it’s good to see, she deserves happiness,” she paused then continued, “I’m not so sure about her friend, Jen Sutton, though.”

Hilda looked across, “You caught that too?” she asked, “I thought I was the only one.”

Nell shook her head solemnly, “No, not the only one,” she replied, “I know she and Cherry were friends two years ago, but that girl hasn’t moved on. I don’t mean this current problem with her hopefully ex-boyfriend, I mean in general. She seems to expect that people should help her, that she doesn’t even have to do anything to help herself.”

“You know that Karen has said she doesn’t want her back?” Hilda asked.

“Really? I thought she’d worked well in the kitchen?”

“Her first few shifts she did, but later Karen reported that she was late getting in and basically lazy. Karen said that, the final shift she worked before going on this course, she might as well not have bothered.”

Nell frowned, “Well this course has another month to run, when she’s finished she’ll have to apply herself to getting another post somewhere. Silly of her to have wrecked her chances here though, if she’d been a good worker then I expect you would have considered her.”

“I would have, Nell,” Hilda replied, “but I have to fair to the rest of the staff too.”

…

The three days in Solitary went as slowly as all bouts in Solitary; Butcher used the time to work on her fitness and, when the time came for her release, was actually in the middle of a number of press-ups. Although aware that the door to her cell had been unlocked and that there were Officers watching, Butcher continued to slowly push herself up and down on her fingertips, counting as she did so. When she reached twenty she relaxed, sat up on the floor and looked over,

“Time to go, Miss Emmott?”

The young Officer nodded, “Yes Butcher, it’s six-fifteen pm, you’ve served your three days.”

Butcher rose, wincing slightly, “Great, I’ll be back in time to get a drink and a chat before lock-up.”

“Are you alright, Butcher,” Miss Emmott had noticed the flicker of pain across Butcher’s features.

“Will be, Miss Emmott,” Butcher replied, twisting from side to side, “just got to work some of these kinks out.”

“I must say I was very impressed at your fitness level, Butcher,” Miss Emmott continued, “and this is still not your best?”

Butcher shook her head, “No, got a way to go yet,” she looked over at the young Officer, “you escorting me back, Miss Emmott?”

“No,” another voice interrupted, “I am.” Butcher looked over to see Geri Shaw standing just behind Miss Emmott.

A short time later Butcher and Shaw were on their way back to the Wing, Butcher looked across at the woman beside her, “So, am I honoured tonight then, Governor? I mean, taking me down to Solitary and now taking me back? And this is a bit late for you to be working on a Saturday, isn’t it?”

Geri Shaw smiled, “Working late is something I seem to be doing more and more frequently, Butcher. As to escorting you, I needed to speak to you, this seemed as good a time as any.”

The pair were walking along an empty corridor and Butcher stopped dead, “It’s about Fielder, isn’t it?”

“Mister Fielder, Butcher,” Shaw returned firmly.

Butcher shrugged, “Mister then, so, what did you want to say?”

Geri paused then shook her head, “This is very unorthodox, Butcher…”

“Come on, Shaw,” Butcher interrupted, “we’re past all that, what is it?”

“I have assigned Mr Fielder to shadow Mrs Francis for the rest of his probation,” Shaw replied, “he is well aware that this is his last chance to improve.”

“So why tell me, then?” Butcher demanded, “it would be easy enough to sabotage his attempt.”

“I know,” Shaw nodded, “but I’m asking that you not do that. He was very shaken by what happened three days ago, Butcher, and by all I had to say on the subject. I think he will do his utmost to improve and I want him to have that opportunity.”

Butcher frowned, “Why are you bothering? I’d have thought you’d want to get rid of any bad screws in here.”

Shaw shook her head, “I don’t think he’s bad,” she said quietly, “just misguided.”

Butcher was not unintelligent, she quickly worked something out, “He’s you, isn’t he? You twenty odd years ago?”

Shaw gave a slight nod, “There are definite similarities,” she said.

There was a long silence then Butcher grinned, “Well, I suppose you’ve not turned out too bad. Okay Shaw, I won’t authorise any attempts on him - he can start with a clean slate. But if he messes up, he’ll reap the consequences.”

“As expected,” Shaw returned, “thank you, Butcher.”

Butcher nodded, “No worries, I owe Mrs Francis anyway, and, well, what are friends for?”
Author:  Liane [ Tue Sep 04, 2007 9:15 pm ]
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A little worried about Jen's reaction when she finds out that she has lost her job.

Thanks Lesley.
Author:  Sugar [ Tue Sep 04, 2007 9:55 pm ]
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Hmmmm interesting

Thanks Lesley
Author:  Rosalin [ Tue Sep 04, 2007 10:04 pm ]
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Sad that Jen isn't making the most of her chances, hope she can still turn things around.

I'm impressed at Butcher's perception about why Geri wants Fielder to have another chance. Will he make the most of it?

Thanks Lesley.
Author:  Tara [ Tue Sep 04, 2007 10:11 pm ]
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I still have very uneasy feelings about Jen - and she's not going to take kindly to losing her job, however much she deserved to.

Butcher doesn't miss much, does she. And how much Geri trusts her, to share that information with her. I love their relationship.

Thanks, Lesley.
Author:  Fiona Mc [ Tue Sep 04, 2007 10:12 pm ]
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Miss Emmott seems nice. Wonder if we'll see more of her
Author:  Jennie [ Wed Sep 05, 2007 11:45 am ]
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It's sad about Jen, but she's the one who messed up her chances.

And Butcher is being very generous there.
Author:  Lesley [ Wed Sep 05, 2007 2:56 pm ]
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The next two weeks at the prison were very quiet; at least they were for the inmates, with the normal routines continuing. There were a few new admissions and a number who had served their sentences and been discharged. Parole hearings were held every month with a number of women applying, some of them were disappointed but others were granted parole. The Governor was always consulted on these and a report required from her giving her opinion on whether or not the inmate would be a good candidate. On one occasion Geri Shaw had felt unable to recommend any of the inmates who had applied for parole and was well aware that the Board’s decision would be taken badly by some. She was partway through speaking to the Senior Wing Officers about possible trouble from these inmates when there was a call indicating a visitor to see her.

“I’ll be a few more minutes,” Geri spoke on the telephone, “give him a cup of coffee and ask him to wait please!” She looked over at the five Officers in front of her and smiled, “I think that’s all for now,” she continued, “just to be aware, and ensure your staff are aware, of the possibility of problems from these women. As they have been refused parole they may feel they have nothing to lose by causing trouble – I want you to come down on them hard, so neither they, nor any of the other women, consider it a good plan in the future. That’s all for now, thank you, dismissed. Pat, can you stay behind please?”

The other Officers all filed out, once the door had shut behind them Geri looked over at Pat Francis, “Well? How’s he doing?”

Pat considered for a few seconds before replying, “He seems to be improving, Geri,” she said eventually, “he’s certainly asking a lot of questions now and seems to be listening to the answers.”

“And what of his contact with the inmates?”

“Not bad,” Pat replied, “in fact far smoother than I had anticipated, considering the problems he’s had in the past. I’ve had him following not just me, but Katya Mareck, Dave Spencer and Alan Marsh, so he can see different styles and find out which style suits him best. He’ll be spending an afternoon in Solitary as well.”

“Good,” Geri nodded, “give him an idea on how the job should be done. And your recommendation? I’ve got to make a decision on him next week.”

Pat shook her head, “It’s rather too soon to tell, Geri, it’s not a lot of time.”

The Governor sat back in her chair, “I’ll have to think about it, then,” she glanced at her watch, “sorry Pat but I’ll have to stop there, I have some lawyer or other waiting to see me.”

Mrs Francis rose, “No problem Geri, duty calls all of us. You are still alright for dinner on Sunday, aren’t you? The girls are looking forward to seeing their Auntie Geri again.”

“Wouldn’t miss it for the world,” Geri smiled.

A short time later found the Governor wishing desperately that she was already playing with her two adopted nieces, anything rather than having to repeat, for the third time, why certain things were being done. She took a deep breath and tried again,

“Mr Bradburn, I appreciate that you want the best for your client, but insisting that Mullins be removed from Solitary and placed back on the normal Wing is not the best for her. It is likely to result in her being attacked and probably killed. She killed an inmate who was very well liked and respected in this establishment – there are a great many other inmates who will wish to exact some form of revenge.”

Simon Bradburn was a tall man in his late thirties, his well-cut suit was both stylish and expensive, he smiled slightly, “Why Governor, are you admitting that you cannot control your inmates?”

“I’m admitting nothing of the sort, Mr Bradburn,” Geri replied, the smile leaving her eyes, “I’m telling you the facts. Your client murdered…”

“Please, Governor, my client has yet to be found guilty of this crime.”

Geri raised an eyebrow, “Very well, your client is alleged to have murdered another inmate and, as such, will face retribution should she be returned to the normal Wing. The only alternative I can offer would be the Segregation Unit, and that might be a good option for her to choose as it’s likely that it will be where she ends up after her trial and conviction anyway.”

“I will be insisting that she be transferred after the trial, Governor.”

“Good, I can do without someone like her here,” Geri replied firmly, “be aware, though, that there is only one other prison for women in the State and it is quite likely that inmates here have contact with the inmates there. Mullins may still be in danger.”

“Then what do you suggest, Governor? My client’s Human Rights are being abused by forcing her to remain in Solitary.”

“Really? And have you asked Mullins herself if she want to come out of there?”

The lawyer flushed somewhat, “She says no,” he replied, “but I don’t think she appreciates the seriousness of her situation.”

“On the contrary, Mr Bradburn, I believe Mullins is well aware of the seriousness. Regardless, though, I will not release Mullins back onto the normal Wing, I want her to stand trial for her crimes. I will consider transferring her to the Segregation Unit, but I think you’ll find that Mullins will prefer to remain where she is.”

“And after her trial then?” the lawyer asked, adding hurriedly, “that is, of course, if she is convicted, I mean.”

Geri sighed, “I understand she is entering a guilty plea, isn’t she?” Bradburn nodded and Shaw continued, “well then, after her trial I strongly suggest that you apply for an immediate transfer out of State for your client. That is if you want her to be alive to serve her term of imprisonment.”
Author:  MaryR [ Wed Sep 05, 2007 3:22 pm ]
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Interesting that this man speaks for his client, but hasn't actually asked HER what she wants. Mullins must surely know what's what! :shock:

I can see trouble brewing with the women refused parole, which will only be exacerbated if Muliins is allowed back. Does the right hand know what the left is doing? Geri can't knock sense into people who don't have any.

Thanks, Lesley
Author:  Rosalin [ Wed Sep 05, 2007 4:39 pm ]
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Poor Geri seems to have a lot of things working against her at the moment. I hope she manages to get her time with those adopted nieces.

And the solicitor who wants his client moved when she doesn't :roll: Is he just misguided, or has someone put him up to it?

Thanks Lesley.
Author:  Sugar [ Wed Sep 05, 2007 7:13 pm ]
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Why is it lawyers always think they know best?
Feeling sorry for Geri shes a lot on her plate.
Thanks Lesley.
Author:  Tara [ Wed Sep 05, 2007 11:27 pm ]
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He doesn't have an earthly, does he, and clearly doesn't listen to his client either!

Wibbling slightly about Fielder. It sounds as if they need more time to make an accurate assessment, and, given his resemblance to her own younger self, I think Geri might be inclined to give him the benefit of the doubt, which might be a mistake.

Thanks, Lesley.
Author:  Fiona Mc [ Thu Sep 06, 2007 9:53 am ]
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I think the lawyer has a bad attack of I know better than you because I'm a lawyer and your a mere prison guard. Interesting he was ignoring his clients wishes to stay in solitary and felt he knew better than his client
Author:  Jennie [ Thu Sep 06, 2007 11:28 am ]
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Poor Geri, having to deal with an idiot lawyer.
Author:  Lesley [ Thu Sep 06, 2007 6:54 pm ]
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Hilda Annersley, Headmistress of the Real Chalet School, shivered slightly and pulled her kimono around her shoulders. She was sat at one of the benches near the barbeque area on the beach, a copy of her book beside her. She looked round; other than Rosalind and Jake, sat on a blanket close by, the beach was deserted. The same could not be said for the ocean as, braving the cold, were a number of figures. Hilda could see all the girls, including Kelly Stevens, Shane and Andrew, Robbie and, here Hilda smiled, and Nell. She looked over at the water, even with the sun shining the ocean did not look inviting, she repressed another shiver and returned to her book, Jake Stevens’ gurgles of delight the only sound. A short while later, however, she was interrupted,

“Grandma? Grandma why aren’t you in the water?”

Hilda looked over, in front of her on the sand stood a rather wet Robbie Elliott; she smiled, “Because I have rather more sense, Robbie,” she said mildly, “as far as I’m concerned it’s still Spring, and early Spring at that. And that water there,” she pointed toward the ocean, “is part of the Southern Ocean and has just come up from Antarctica. I’m happy to go into the sea when it’s hot, not when it’s cold.”

“Is Antartica where the penguins come from?” Robbie asked.

“Antarctica? Well it’s where some penguins live,” Hilda replied, “it’s where Mumble comes from, remember? In your DVD Happy Feet?”

“Yes Grandma, Mumble is bonzer,” the little boy ran back to the sea and Hilda returned to her book.

Rosalind looked over, “They’re not going to give up, you know?”

Hilda smiled, “They will have to find some very convincing arguments, Rosalind,” she said firmly, “would you go in?”

Rosalind shuddered and shook her head, “No way! I dipped a toe in earlier, to see if it was warm enough for Jake to go in but it was far too cold, he’ll have to wait a few months.” There was silence for a time then Rosalind laughed, “He’s coming back,” she remarked. A short time later Robbie returned,

“Grandma?”

“Yes darling?” Hilda was three-quarters still immersed in her book.

“Grandma Nell says you is a scaredy cat,” Robbie said quite importantly.

Hilda stopped reading and looked over; she raised one eyebrow, Robbie giggled,

“Does she, indeed? Well if that is her attempt to shame me into entering the ocean it has failed miserably,” Hilda replied, a smile playing around the corners of her mouth.

“Yes Grandma,” Robbie said and would have run back to the ocean except Hilda over more closely at him.

“Robbie, are you cold?”

“No Grandma,” Robbie replied, this denial ruined however when his teeth started chattering.

“Yes you are,” Hilda said, putting her book down and standing to walk across to where Robbie stood, she reached down and placed a hand on the little boy’s back, “you’re freezing, Robbie, we’ve got to warm you up now.”

“But Grandma, I wanted to swim inna sea,” Robbie tried pulling away but Hilda had a hold of his arm.

“Well I can’t help that, Robbie,” Hilda returned, “you’re almost blue with cold, come on!” Totally ignoring the little boy’s protests Hilda took Robbie over to where everyone had laid their towels, she quickly removed his wet trunks, wrapped Robbie in a towel and rubbed him fiercely, after a while Robbie stopped sulking and started giggling, especially when Hilda deliberately tickled him. Once he was completely dry and starting to warm up she reached across to retrieve some dry clothes, Robbie took this opportunity to escape and ran up and down the sand pretending to be an aeroplane.

“Good grief! A naked Robbie,” Rosalind exclaimed, “don’t look Jake!”

Robbie stopped to talk to Jake and was caught from behind, “Oh no you don’t, young man,” Hilda said firmly, “you put some clothes on, it’s not warm enough to go without.”

“Yes and hurry up, Robbie,” Rosalind continued, “then you can help with the soup.” As the weather wasn’t that warm Hilda and Rosalind had prepared some soup in a large saucepan for all the swimmers. It was currently simmering on a primus gas stove in the barbeque area.

Robbie stopped struggling, “Can I pour out the soup, Auntie Rosalind? Wiv the ladle?”

“We’ll see,” Rosalind replied, “if you are very careful you can, but only if Grandma Hilda helps, alright?”

“Alright,” Robbie said, beaming.

Hilda finished dressing the little boy then told him to go and tell the others that soup was being served, he galloped off to do that, while he did Hilda looked over at Rosalind, “Are you sure he’ll be alright with you tonight, Rosalind? He’s a handful!”

“I can see that,” Rosalind smiled, “but I’ll have Ruth, Nancy and Kathie over tonight, not to mention Kelly. He’ll be fine. You all want to go with Louise don’t you?”

Hilda nodded, “Yes, her bank’s annual dinner was postponed due to refurbishment so, when Louise told us that she’d been able to secure additional tickets it seemed like a perfect opportunity.”

“Well I’ll enjoy having him,” Rosalind smiled, “his enthusiasm makes me stop worrying about Geoff for a time.”

Hilda smiled sympathetically and placed an arm around her friend’s shoulders, “He’ll be fine,” she said softly.

Rosalind nodded, too overcome to speak. The moment was broken by the sound of Robbie running back,

“I told them, Grandma, they’s coming!”

Hilda smiled, “Good, well you come and help me dish up the soup then, here, hold the ladle just here and I’ll guide it, careful now.”

“Yes Grandma,” Robbie’s face showing both concentration and pride that he was doing such an important job.
Author:  MaryR [ Thu Sep 06, 2007 7:13 pm ]
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I can't wait to see Nell's reaction to being out-manoeuvred! :lol: Hilda certainly had the upper hand there, didn't she?

Giggled at Rosalind's advice to her son not to look at the naked aeroplane! :lol:

Thanks, Lesley
Author:  Rosalin [ Thu Sep 06, 2007 9:27 pm ]
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It's always a joy to see Robbie and this was definitely no exception.

Thanks Lesley.
Author:  Tara [ Thu Sep 06, 2007 11:01 pm ]
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That was absolutely lovely! Why do I have a niggling suspicion that Nell hasn't finished with Hilda? Just as well Hilda noticed that Robbie was freezing, no-one else seemed to have!
Author:  Jennie [ Fri Sep 07, 2007 10:48 am ]
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Robbie is still wonderful, isn't he? I suppose Hilda noticed because he was standing still then.
Author:  Fiona Mc [ Fri Sep 07, 2007 12:06 pm ]
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"Yes Grandma, Mumble is bonzar,"


I have lived in Australia my whole life and have never heard anyone use the word bonzar! :lol: Lesley your showing your age there. I think Emmerence Hope was the last Australian to use that word :wink: Love Robbie and the way Hilda and Nell use him as the messenger for teasing each other. Thanks Lesley
Author:  Sal [ Fri Sep 07, 2007 12:35 pm ]
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Robbie is great although I did giggle at Rosalind saying that 5 people would probably be enough to look after him!
Thanks Lesley
Author:  Lesley [ Fri Sep 07, 2007 12:36 pm ]
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Fiona Mc wrote:
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"Yes Grandma, Mumble is bonzar,"


I have lived in Australia my whole life and have never heard anyone use the word bonzar! :lol: Lesley your showing your age there. I think Emmerence Hope was the last Australian to use that word :wink: Love Robbie and the way Hilda and Nell use him as the messenger for teasing each other. Thanks Lesley


Had to answer this even though it means logging on at work - in an earlier post Robbie first comes up with the word having heard Shane use it - Hilda queries it - Cherry actually says that it's no longer used and that she's no idea why Shane was using it. :wink:
Author:  Fiona Mc [ Sat Sep 08, 2007 2:51 am ]
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Lesley wrote:
Fiona Mc wrote:
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"Yes Grandma, Mumble is bonzar,"


I have lived in Australia my whole life and have never heard anyone use the word bonzar! :lol: Lesley your showing your age there. I think Emmerence Hope was the last Australian to use that word :wink: Love Robbie and the way Hilda and Nell use him as the messenger for teasing each other. Thanks Lesley


Had to answer this even though it means logging on at work - in an earlier post Robbie first comes up with the word having heard Shane use it - Hilda queries it - Cherry actually says that it's no longer used and that she's no idea why Shane was using it. :wink:


Hangs my head in shame that I didn't remember the post. Sad one :lol:
Author:  Kathy_S [ Sat Sep 08, 2007 3:03 am ]
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Scaredy cat, huh? Very sensible, I'd say. :lol:
Nice to see Robbie lifting all spirits!
Thank you, Lesley.
Author:  Tan [ Sat Sep 08, 2007 10:17 am ]
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Lesley wrote:
Fiona Mc wrote:
Quote:
"Yes Grandma, Mumble is bonzar,"


I have lived in Australia my whole life and have never heard anyone use the word bonzar! :lol: Lesley your showing your age there. I think Emmerence Hope was the last Australian to use that word :wink: Love Robbie and the way Hilda and Nell use him as the messenger for teasing each other. Thanks Lesley


Had to answer this even though it means logging on at work - in an earlier post Robbie first comes up with the word having heard Shane use it - Hilda queries it - Cherry actually says that it's no longer used and that she's no idea why Shane was using it. :wink:


Unless he was a Steve Irwin fan or he watched Alf on Home and Away! :wink: Steve tried to use a lot of the old Aussie slang.
Author:  Lesley [ Sun Sep 09, 2007 4:14 pm ]
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The Annual Bank Dinner was, if anything, even more extravagant and elaborate than the one the previous year; at least this is what Alison, Louise, Carol and Cherry kept telling the rest of their party. The others could quite believe it. The hotel itself, probably the most expensive one in Melbourne, had recently completed a massive refurbishment and the quality showed, in the furnishings, the décor, the service, everything. Their party had immediately been shown to their table – one of those near the front and therefore served first. The table was not, however, so near the live band that the noise drowned out any attempt at conversation by the eight. The food was excellent and served at just the right temperature, all six courses – this time Cherry had no trouble matching the girls when it came to using the correct cutlery and both Andrew and Shane were quick to copy the girls. Hilda and Nell, of course, had no difficulties, instinctively knowing the correct way to eat.

After the meal there was dancing and time for more conversation. Both Alison and Carol finding, once again, that they were very popular as dance partners although they did tend to be a little more discerning in just who they chose. Whilst the dancing was continuing their table had a visitor, Maggie Raine, wife of the managing Director of the bank appeared.

“Great to see you,” she said, smiling, as she shook hands with both Hilda and Nell, “I was hoping you’d be here this evening. Not a bad ‘do’ is it?”

“It’s wonderful,” Nell replied quickly, “the meal was excellent.”

“Glad you liked it,” Maggie replied, “the hotel chef is very good - doesn’t mess about with stuff that people are not going to like, just produces excellent, recognisable food.”

“How have you been, Maggie?” Hilda asked.

“Oh, can’t complain,” Maggie replied, “I have a new granddaughter - born last December - Alayna Paige, she is absolutely gorgeous, though I say it myself, can’t believe that she’s almost a year old now. Otherwise, things have moved along without any great upsets. What about you? I see that Louise has married - he seems a lovely lad.”

“Andrew? Yes, he’s a really good boy,” Hilda laughed, “I shouldn’t say boy, really, he’s a man.”

“He just seems a boy,” Nell put in, “from your far greater age,” there was a definite glint in with the smile.

“Yes Nell,” Hilda agreed calmly, “age does bring experience, doesn’t it?”

Maggie looked from one to the other, “Well you neither have to worry just yet,” she said with a smile, “You’ve not reached your fifties yet, have you? When you have then you can start worrying, everyone seems to be a child.”

The other two exchanged amused glances, “Oh I don’t know,” Hilda said softly, “according to young Robbie, Nell is one hundred years old.”

“And the only reason Hilda isn’t older still is because of magic,” Nell put in quickly.

Maggie Raine grinned, “That’s young Robbie Elliott, yes? He’s four or five, isn’t he?”

“Five,” Nell replied.

“Ah well, at that age anyone over about fifteen is ancient,” Maggie said complacently, she looked over at where the girls were dancing, “is that his mother, dancing there?”

“Cherry? Yes it is,” Hilda answered.

“She’s looks well, certainly a lot better than when I last saw her, at the Arnold place last year.”

“Oh yes, she’s bloomed over the last year,” Nell said quietly, “we’re both very proud of her.”

“And the young Adonis with her? He resembles someone…”

“That’s Shane Coates,” Hilda said, “he’s a Police Officer. He and Cherry have been together for some time.”

“Well he certainly seems a better prospect than Josh Arnold,” Maggie said, frowning slightly, “I’m sure he’s reminding me of someone - is he any relation to John Coates?”

“His son.”

“Ah, that’s it, used to know John quite well when he was in the Police force - met him again last year, of course, when we all went up to the Arnold place. So his son’s followed his father’s footsteps eh? Good to see. They make a good couple, don’t they?”

“Yes, they do,” Hilda said quietly, Nell nodding her agreement.

There was silence for a time then Maggie Raine spoke again, “Not sure whether Arthur will be very happy with me,” she said thoughtfully, “but I really must pass this on.”

The other two women looked over in some puzzlement, Nell was first to respond, “Pass what on?”

Maggie bit her lip for some seconds then took a deep breath, “Well, of course, he’s met with Andrew St John - Louise introduced him when she was arranging for access to her money to be extended to him. And they’ve both been along to the three monthly meetings Arthur always has with people with large amounts of money invested.”

“And?”

“And, well, Arthur was worried about Andrew.”

“About Andrew? Why? He’s a lovely boy and as honest as Hilda,” Nell put in quickly.

“Oh yes, no problem with the lad himself,” Maggie was quick to reassure, “only, what do you know about the company he’s working for?”

Hilda shrugged, “Only a small amount,” she said slowly, “the company is one of the oldest and most established firms in Melbourne. That they made their reputation by defending the ‘little guy’ but are now rich enough to be able to bank with you.”

Maggie nodded, “Yes, yes, all of that…but the Senior Partner, William Atkins, he’s not very well, takes very little notice of the day to day running of the firm - hasn’t done for a couple of years. The next one down is Martyn Parkes, and,” she looked over at the other two, “to be blunt, I wouldn’t trust him to pee on me if I were on fire. He’s a crook, but a bloody clever one. And some of his clients in the past have also been crooks. I wouldn’t want your boy mixed up in anything - because Martyn Parkes is just the type to dump everything on a rookie lawyer and blame him if it all goes pear-shaped.”
Author:  Kathy_S [ Sun Sep 09, 2007 5:02 pm ]
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Uh, oh! Thanks for the warning, Maggie.
And should the word "chef" be another?

Thank you, Lesley.
Author:  Jennie [ Sun Sep 09, 2007 5:06 pm ]
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Oh oh! Trouble in store!
Author:  Chair [ Sun Sep 09, 2007 5:07 pm ]
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Thanks, Lesley. I have just caught up with this - I feel bad that it has taken me so long. I am wibbling about what Maggie has just said about Martyn.
Author:  Sugar [ Sun Sep 09, 2007 7:03 pm ]
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ooooh just what we want ....intrigue and danger - and not directly connected to H&N!
Author:  MaryR [ Sun Sep 09, 2007 7:22 pm ]
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“And the only reason Hilda isn’t older still is because of magic,” Nell put in quickly.

:rofl: :rofl: :rofl: But of course, Nell!

Should Maggie be passing on confidential information told to her by her husband? :shock: And what can they do about it anyway?

Thanks, Lesley.
Author:  Torri [ Sun Sep 09, 2007 8:40 pm ]
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Sugar wrote:
ooooh just what we want ....intrigue and danger - and not directly connected to H&N!


Well, it's not connected to them yet at least, from the Everything I've Learned From Reading RCS....


Thanks Lesley, looking forward to finding out how much trouble H&N can get themselves in this time ;)
Author:  Rosalin [ Sun Sep 09, 2007 10:07 pm ]
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Oh dear, another item to add to the list of Things To Wibble About.

Unfortunately the list is so long, I've forgotten what's at the top :?

Thank-you Lesley.
Author:  Elbee [ Mon Sep 10, 2007 7:45 am ]
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Rosalin wrote:
Oh dear, another item to add to the list of Things to Wibble About.
Unfortunately the list is so long, I've forgotten what's at the top :?

Nicely put, Rosalin, I know what you mean :lol:

Thanks Lesley.
Author:  Fiona Mc [ Mon Sep 10, 2007 8:46 am ]
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MaryR wrote:
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“And the only reason Hilda isn’t older still is because of magic,” Nell put in quickly.

:rofl: :rofl: :rofl: But of course, Nell!

Should Maggie be passing on confidential information told to her by her husband? :shock: And what can they do about it anyway?

Thanks, Lesley.


If things are likely to go pear shaped for Andrew then I glad she has, not that she seems to as all she has said is in very general terms. Its a fine line.

I refuse to wibble about anything since Lesley had us believing Butcher was dead :wink:
Author:  Lesley [ Mon Sep 10, 2007 1:27 pm ]
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Maggie Raine’s news was very disturbing for Hilda and Nell; they debated for some time whether or not to pass on her warning to Andrew. In the end they decided not to but, instead, ensured that they kept a friendly interest in his work. Luckily, as he and Louise visited frequently, this was not difficult, especially as both of them were so proud of his job. They also ensured that they questioned Louise about her History degree, so that neither became suspicious.

At the Prison Geri Shaw had seen Jane Emmott, Joe Wheeler and Stacie Nichols to inform the three that they had passed their probation and were fully qualified Prison Officers. All three had impressed the Governor greatly during their probation, Joe Wheeler, until recently an Auxiliary Officer working in Reception, had made the transition to full Officer without any difficulty, while both Jane Emmott, in Solitary and Stacie Nichols, in the Kitchens, had done extremely well. Geri had no doubt about any of them. She had, however, left the fourth rookie for another week, deciding that she and he needed more time. Eventually she had decided to speak with Mickey Fielder following an episode on the Wing.

Geri Shaw had been walking around the Wing the previous afternoon when she stopped to talk to Butcher. Among other things the Governor wanted to find out if the inmate was fully recovered and back to normal duties. Butcher had just replied that she was when the bell signalling Tea had sounded. A short time later Officer Fielder had appeared, chivvying the women to line up,

“Come on, all of you, you know what the bell means, line up,” he looked across and saw Butcher apparently standing by herself and ignoring him, “Butcher? Did you hear the bell? Line up please!”

“But, I’m…” Butcher began but Fielder did not let her finish, moving toward her as he spoke,

“Now, Butcher, you know the rules, I shouldn’t have to…. Miss Shaw?” The young officer took a step back, suddenly seeing the Governor standing there, “My apologies, Miss Shaw, I didn’t realise you were there.”

Geri Shaw nodded gravely, “That’s alright, Mr Fielder, I think we’ve finished now. Thank you Butcher.”

“Governor,” Butcher nodded, then walked across to join the line for Tea, walking to the front as always. She collected her tray and was walking back to her cell to eat when Fielder stepped in front of her, Butcher wondered if the rookie was about to reprimand her for walking to the front of the queue, however the man surprised her,

“Butcher, my apologies for earlier, I wasn’t aware that you were speaking to the Governor but, even so, I should have allowed you time to explain, rather than immediately jump down your throat.” Fielder finished his apology very red in the face and swallowing nervously.

Butcher looked across thoughtfully for some seconds before replying, “No worries, Mr Fielder, you obviously hadn’t seen the Governor was there,” she said, “but thanks for apologising, appreciate it.” She walked on toward her cell, leaving Fielder staring after her feeling somewhat better than he had expected.

The following day Officer Fielder was summoned to the Governor’s Office; Geri greeted him gravely and bade him sit down,

“I’m sure you’re aware of why I wanted to see you, Mickey?”

“Yes Governor,” the young man nodded, “to discuss my probation.”

“Yes,” Geri paused and looked over at the boy, “when I spoke with you a month ago,” she began, “I said that I would not be able to pass you, that, if you showed no improvement I would have no choice but to dismiss you. Tell me, do you feel there has been improvement?”

Fielder bit his lip nervously and took a deep breath, “I think so, Miss Shaw,” he replied, “I’ve spent a lot of time analysing the things I was doing wrong, and also looking at different styles. Pat Francis was very good, she allowed me to watch her and how she dealt with the inmates as well as other members of staff.”

“And did you find a style you felt comfortable with?”

“I did,” Fielder looked across, “I felt comfortable with Pat’s style – and she told me it was based on your own…” he paused then added swiftly, “I don’t intend that as ‘sucking up’ or anything…”

Geri held up a hand, “No,” she said with a slight smile, “I didn’t think so. However have you managed to find a better way to relate to the inmates?”

“I think so, Governor, although it’s sometimes very difficult knowing just when and where to draw the line.”

“And, unfortunately, that problem will never get any easier,” Geri observed, “you will have to re-assess your style not only for every time you speak to different inmates, but sometimes even for speaking with the same inmate on different occasions. And when you are transferred to a prison with male inmates or young offenders you will have to reassess it once more.”

Yes Governor,” Fielder nodded. He swallowed sharply a few times then continued, “Governor? Have I passed my probation?”

Geri Shaw looked over solemnly, “No, Mickey, you have not,” she said.

“Oh,” the boy looked down at the floor, blinking back sudden tears.

“I am, however, prepared to give you a chance,” Geri continued.

“A chance, Governor?”

Geri nodded, “Yes, I watched you yesterday, Mickey, after you had spoken to Butcher, not realising that I was there.”

“I see.”

”And I watched you later, when you apologised to Butcher,” Geri continued, “I was very impressed with your actions. Especially as you were apologising to Butcher, someone that you had clashed with previously.”

Fielder shrugged, “It seemed the right thing to do,” he said, “I was in the wrong and I was determined not to be such a jerk as earlier.”

“Yes,” Geri smiled, “and because of that change in attitude and Pat Francis’ report on how hard you’ve worked over the last month, I am prepared to extend your probation for another three months.”

“You are?” Fielder’s face seemed to light up, “But that’s wonderful!”

“I hope so,” the Governor replied, “continue to improve, use Pat Francis as your model and continue to treat the inmates as people and we’ll see you as a full Prison Officer in three months time.”

Mickey Fielder seemed to be having difficulty stopping a huge grin spreading over his entire face, “Yes Governor, I’ll do my best, I promise,” he rose to leave; as he reached the door Geri spoke once more,

“Oh, and Mickey? Don’t allow anyone to tell you that having to serve another three months probation will stop you from progressing in your career,” she smiled, “it’s happened to a number of us.”
Author:  Chair [ Mon Sep 10, 2007 3:04 pm ]
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Thanks, Lesley. I'm glad that Mickey is being given another chance.
Author:  MaryR [ Mon Sep 10, 2007 3:12 pm ]
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"Don’t allow anyone to tell you that having to serve another three months probation will stop you from progressing in your career,” she smiled, “it’s happened to a number of us.”

Including Geri herself, presumably. :lol: Between them all, they'll make a Prison Officer of him yet.

Glad to see Nell and Hilda holding a watching brief.

Thanks, Lesley.
Author:  Rosalin [ Mon Sep 10, 2007 3:38 pm ]
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That sounds more promising for Fielder. I hope he continues to improve.

Thanks Lesley.
Author:  Sal [ Mon Sep 10, 2007 4:47 pm ]
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Good for Mickey he's come a long way in a month.
Thanks Lesley
Author:  Pat [ Mon Sep 10, 2007 7:13 pm ]
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Just a tad concerned about H & N not passing on the warning.
Author:  Carolyn P [ Mon Sep 10, 2007 8:36 pm ]
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Ah, but they will sort out all the nasty evil business people in their ow time and way!
Author:  Fiona Mc [ Tue Sep 11, 2007 2:17 am ]
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Am glad Fielder is getting another chance. Thanks Lesley
Author:  Vikki [ Tue Sep 11, 2007 5:45 pm ]
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Thanks Lesley!
Glad Fielder has got his second chance, hope he makes the most of it.
I DO like young Robbie! He's such a cutie!
Author:  Lesley [ Tue Sep 11, 2007 7:08 pm ]
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Geri continued smiling even after the door shut behind the boy, she shook her head, “Was I ever that young?” she murmured to herself, “Yet I must have been, once, and Paul Rhodes said almost exactly the same things to me. If it hadn’t been for him…I worshiped him for a while, too,” Geri paused as a sudden thought struck her, “oh dear, I wonder?” she laughed, “that’s a judgement on me, for all I put Paul through. I’ll just have to let the lad down gently.” She returned to her paperwork with a broad grin on her face.

The telephone ringing, some fifteen minutes later, found her still with that air of amusement, however the caller sounded anything but amused.

“Governor? It’s Alex Wood here, Geri we’ve got a problem.”

Geri frowned, “Alex? What are you doing calling me, you’re escorting Mullins to her trial, please don’t tell me she’s escaped.”

“Worse than that, Geri,” Alex said grimly, “far worse. It’s all over.”

“What’s all over?”

“The trial.”

Geri blinked in surprise, “Well, it’s quick, I grant you,” she said eventually, “but as she was pleading guilty I suppose it’s not totally unexpected.”

“Oh she pleaded guilty alright,” Alex replied, “but not to murder. She pleaded guilty to Manslaughter…and her lawyer cited Diminished Responsibility.”

“Oh but the Judge would never allow that, surely?”

“Yes he did, and he listened to this expert witness who gave all the psychiatric reasons why Mullins should be looked on as another victim here, that it was because of the fact she was in prison that she killed, that she didn’t know what she was doing…”

“What about the Prosecution? Surely they didn’t let this rubbish go unchecked?”

“Oh they put up a half-hearted attempt, but you could tell they weren’t that bothered,” Alex Wood said with some venom, “and the Judge bought it, hook, line and sinker.”

“And the sentence, Alex?” Geri asked quietly.

Alex sighed, “Six years, Geri, concurrent.”

Shaw exploded, “Concurrent? But she’s got five years to serve - they’ve given her just one more year? What the hell sort of message is that going to send out?”

“Her lawyer put in his request for transfer too,” Alex continued, “she’ll be going to a prison in New South Wales within the week.”

“To save her from retribution,” Geri said softly, “after she’s basically got away with murder.”
Author:  Chair [ Tue Sep 11, 2007 8:41 pm ]
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Thanks, Lesley. I look forward to finding out what this will mean.
Author:  Nell [ Tue Sep 11, 2007 10:11 pm ]
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Interesting.

Thanks Lesley.
Author:  Rosalin [ Tue Sep 11, 2007 10:46 pm ]
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Getting away with murder - not the message to send to the prison. So on the one hand we've got Joyce Shipley(?) saying that prison is too much of an easy ride, and on the other we've got a judge handing out this sort of sentence.

I'm waiting with interest to see what the fallout will be.

Thanks Lesley.
Author:  Cath V-P [ Wed Sep 12, 2007 12:07 am ]
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It sends the clear message that the prisoners' lives are not of any value, and that the system will not support them.

Thank you Lesley.
Author:  Fiona Mc [ Wed Sep 12, 2007 8:36 am ]
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Butcher will go ballistic when she finds out. Who wants to bet Mullins won't make the transfer cos in all honesty what has Butcher got to lose
Author:  Jennie [ Wed Sep 12, 2007 12:43 pm ]
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I bet Butcher gives this a lot of serious consideration.

Thanks, Lesley.
Author:  Lesley [ Wed Sep 12, 2007 3:24 pm ]
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After finishing her conversation with Alex Wood Geri replaced the phone receiver. She barely had time to sigh before the phone rang again,

“Geri? Do you know what’s happened with Mullins? Only it’s on the lunchtime news.”

”Have the inmates seen it, Pat?”

“Oh yes,” Pat Francis replied grimly, “I’d say the mood was very tense at the moment.”

“I’m on my way,” It took only a short time to walk across to the Wing, once there the Governor quickly looked round before walking over to speak with Pat Francis,

“Where’s Butcher?”

“She asked to go across to the Gym,” Pat replied, “she seemed very angry, Geri.”

“I’m not surprised,” Shaw replied, “basically the message is that we don’t care about the death of an inmate. Her life is worth just one years imprisonment – we have people inside that have been given more time for shoplifting,” she sighed, “I have to talk to her.”

“Is that wise at the moment? As I said, she’s very angry.”

“I have to, Pat, it’s not something I can leave.”

Pat Francis looked over at her friend thoughtfully, “This is not your fault, Geri,” she said firmly, “you didn’t know that Mullins’ lawyer would swing that type of deal.”

“I’m the one that persuaded Butcher not to attack Mullins, Pat,” Geri replied, “convinced her that getting Haslam was more worthwhile. And after Haslam died Butcher kept her word to me, Mullins was untouched – because I said she was going to get life.”

“But you’re not the one to blame.”

“Maybe not, but who else can she blame?”

Geri Shaw walked over to the Prison Gym; as she walked along the corridor she was aware of a strange, rhythmic thumping, she frowned, unable to identify the sound. At the entrance to the Gym she met up with one of the officers, Mr Wheeler.

“Joe? I know we haven’t any workmen in, is that someone from Maintenance?”

Wheeler shook his head, “No Governor, it’s Butcher,” he unlocked the Gate leading to the Gym and Geri stepped through.

The Governor walked along the short corridor and into the large gymnasium, she paused to look around. The room was almost completely empty; there was only the one occupant. Butcher was not using any of the multi-gyms, stationary bikes or cross trainers, instead she was beside the roped off boxing ring. The ring was used by those inmates taking classes in boxing or kickboxing – there were rarely that many, though Butcher herself had taught classes in the past. Beside the ring was a large, heavy punch bag. It hung from the ceiling and was also fixed to the floor meaning that it offered significant resistance to those wanting to use it. Butcher was standing in front of it, relaxed into the ’ready’ stance for many martial arts disciplines. As Shaw watched she suddenly moved and first her fist then a foot lashed out, rocking the punch bag back, the source of the rhythmic thumping. Butcher continued attacking the bag, using two, three and more blows at once, seeming to run through her entire repertoire of kata.

As Geri drew closer she was able to observe Butcher’s expression and found herself suddenly shivering, those dark eyes were remorseless. Butcher suddenly became aware that she was no longer alone and stopped dead,

“Governor,” the voice was the same, no expression, nothing to suggest that a human being had uttered the words.

Geri swallowed suddenly, “Butcher, I felt I had to speak with you. I gather you have heard the news?”

“What news is that, Governor?” Butcher’s eyes bore into the older woman, “The midday news considered that a plane crash in China should be their top story, oh and there is a threatened strike by rubbish collectors here in Melbourne, was that it? No? Then you must mean the news story that showed just how much the Australian legal system cares about the inmates in its prisons. About how you’re likely to get a longer prison sentence for not paying your TV license than for sticking a knife into someone’s throat – if that someone is a serving inmate. Was that the news you meant, Governor?”

Geri nodded slowly, “Yes Butcher, that is the news I meant.”

Butcher suddenly smiled, though her eyes did not change, “Well yes, I’ve heard the news. And guess what? It’s just confirmed everything I’ve ever thought about the legal system. Your crime doesn’t matter, what matters is who the victim is and whether the Judge actually gives a s**t about them,” she turned back to the bag, fired off a few straight punches that rocked the bag back. After a few seconds she continued, “I don’t blame you, Shaw, it wasn’t your fault,” she looked over at the Governor suddenly, “you can’t help being naïve about things. Relying on your ‘Rule of Law’ – feels a bit stupid now doesn’t it?”

Shaw shook her head, “No Butcher,” she said softly, “Relying on, and living by the ‘Rule of Law’ is not naïve. It is a cornerstone of society, without Law we are savages.”

“Yeah? So how would you rate Mullins then?” Butcher turned away, not expecting a reply, after a few seconds she continued, “six and a half years ago I was given life, no parole, for murder. The person concerned had attacked me first, had even broken my arm, but no, I was totally at fault, I was a danger to society, I would never be fit for release. Three or four months ago Mullins set off with a home made knife, entered the cell of an inmate quietly reading a library book, and stuck that knife in her throat. But she wasn’t at fault, was she? No, the prison did it to her, made her do that, she didn’t intend to kill anyone, she’s as much a victim as the one that died, probably more so.” Butcher paused, looked back at the Governor, “That’s your ‘Rule of Law’ Shaw, so I’ve got one small question – where’s the justice in all of this?”
Author:  MaryR [ Wed Sep 12, 2007 3:52 pm ]
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Unfortunately, in this particular case justice has taken a hike. :cry: Thanks to a useless Prosecutor.

They're both right, and Geri can do nothing but understand Butcher, even while she stands by her own words.

Thanks, Lesley.
Author:  Elder in Ontario [ Wed Sep 12, 2007 4:18 pm ]
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Thank goodness Geri *does* understand Butcher and her reaction to this news - but even more, thank goodness that Butcher herself does not blame Geri for what has happened, either. As MaryR says, the prosecutor in Mullins' case was definitely useless.

Thanks, Lesley
Author:  Pat [ Wed Sep 12, 2007 6:54 pm ]
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There was no justice there at all. Which unfortunately happens sometimes.
Author:  Rosalin [ Wed Sep 12, 2007 7:39 pm ]
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I'm relieved that Butcher doesn't blame Geri, but there's definitely no justice here.

Thanks Lesley.
Author:  Chair [ Wed Sep 12, 2007 8:10 pm ]
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Thanks, Lesley. It really is very unfair. If that lawyer was in my room, I would be sending him over one of Lesley's cliffs without a harness.
Author:  wheelchairprincess [ Wed Sep 12, 2007 9:20 pm ]
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Just caught up on this, great last few updates!
Author:  Tara [ Wed Sep 12, 2007 10:38 pm ]
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Well, Butcher doesn't blame Geri, but she's going to make her feelings known somehow and to someone, and any possible softening of her character has just well and truly disappeared.
I await the consequences with considerable trepidation.
Author:  Jennie [ Thu Sep 13, 2007 7:52 am ]
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I think that Butcher is doing well by taking it out on the punchbag, not a human being, and I'm also glad that she's not blaming Geri for it.

Thanks, Lesley.
Author:  Lesley [ Thu Sep 13, 2007 8:41 pm ]
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There was a long pause before Geri replied, “There is none, Butcher,” she said softly, “there is no justice in what happened. I cannot explain it or excuse it, sometimes the rule of Law means that individuals are treated unjustly. But that cannot mean that we abandon the Law, we have to continue to hold it as our ideal.”

“You do, maybe, not me,” Butcher’s voice showed her pain, “as far as I’m concerned the Law is pointless. All it’s done is allow Mullins to get away with murder, she’s laughing at all of us,” she turned back to the punch bag and, as she did, added a few more words, “well she won’t laugh for long.”

At the words Geri’s eyes widened, “No, Butcher, you will not take the law into your own hands.”

Butcher stopped, slowly turned to face the other woman, “No? And how you going to stop me, Shaw? Chain me up until Mullins leaves for New South Wales?” The eyes, still hard, were also now mocking.

Shaw shook her head, “That would be pointless, Butcher, we both know that. If you couldn’t do the deed yourself you would simply order another to do it.”

“That’s right,” Butcher agreed, her black eyes shining, her body held in that same ‘ready’ stance. Shaw took a deep breath, swallowed quickly, she shook her head once more,

“I will not allow it, Butcher,” she said firmly, “I’ve told you before, I will not condone murder in this prison.”

Butcher laughed, a humourless croak, her eyes remaining expressionless, “You won’t allow it? You won’t condone it? Where the Hell were you, Shaw? When Mullins murdered Dale, I mean. Didn’t make a scrap of difference then, did it, you ‘not condoning murder’ - went ahead anyway. So why are you trying to stop me - all I’m doing is trying to avenge a friend.”

Shaw nodded, her eyes full of sympathy, “I know what you are trying to do,” she replied quietly, “and I know why. I can understand how you feel, if a close friend of mine had been murdered I would probably feel the same way,” she paused and took a deep breath, “but you’ve got to understand. I cannot allow anyone to take the law into their own hands.”

Butcher sneered, “Oh right, your job’s on the line ain’t it?”

Geri Shaw flushed beneath the sarcasm, “That was beneath you, Butcher. This has nothing to do with my position. I will not allow you to kill Mullins - taking the law into your own hands will not resolve any injustice, it just propagates that injustice. If you succeed in this you will not be avenging Dale, you’ll just be tainting her memory.”

“Not interested, Shaw, and I don’t want to hear any more - you’ve just said you can’t stop me, that’s all I need to know.”

“I can stop you, Butcher,” Shaw said firmly, “and I will if I have to. Although you can get messages and orders out of Solitary there is one place you cannot. If you were moved to Category A there would be no messages, no orders…”

“You couldn’t move me there without reason.”

“Yes I could,” Geri replied softly, “I have probable cause, Butcher, you’ve near enough admitted to me that you plan murder. That will be sufficient grounds.”

Butcher shook her head, “You can’t, you wouldn’t! Dammit Shaw, you owe me your life!”

Shaw nodded, “Yes I do,” she agreed, “and I’ll probably never be able to repay you. But I will not allow you to kill another; if it means sending you to cat A, if I have to I will do it. I would regret it, but that would not stop me.”

Butcher stood there, tense, her fists opening and closing convulsively, “If you have to? I thought the whole idea was you’d send me there to stop me doing anything.”

“Yes it is,” Shaw agreed, her eyes not leaving Butcher’s face, “but I’m reluctant to do so if an agreement can be reached. You belong here, Butcher. You are very good for the women and for the Prison. I want you here.”

“So?”

“So, I am prepared not to send you to Cat A,” Shaw replied, “if you give me your word that you will neither kill Mullins yourself, not order another to kill her.”

Butcher blinked, “My word? I started lying when I was four, Shaw, I can tell you anything.”

Shaw shook her head, “No, you’ll not lie to me. If you give your word you will keep it. I trust you.”

Butcher paused, surprised at just how much those simple words affected her, “If I don’t give my word?”

“Then you will be transferred to Cat A before nightfall,” Shaw replied, “and Mullins will survive anyway. Don’t force me to do it, Butcher.”

Butcher thought swiftly, she had no doubt that Shaw meant what she said, and if she was transferred it would mean no opportunity to pass on any orders. And Shaw trusted her word…she nodded and a little tension left her body, “Alright Shaw, you have my word, I’ll not attempt to or actually kill Mullins.”

Shaw nodded gravely, “Neither will you order or encourage anyone else to kill her.”

Butcher’s eyes flashed but she nodded, “Neither will I order or encourage anyone else to kill Mullins,” she repeated.

Shaw smiled very slightly, “Thank you Butcher, I really do appreciate how hard that…” she stopped as Butcher held up a hand,

“I really don’t want to talk to you at the moment, Shaw,” Butcher said, her voice cold and forbidding, “and I strongly recommend that you leave me alone.”

Shaw nodded quickly, seeing, for the first time, the sadness and rage within Butcher almost forced to the surface. She turned and swiftly left the gym. Behind her she could hear the rhythmic thumping start up again and hear the groans of the punch bag and it’s securing chains.
Author:  Rosalin [ Thu Sep 13, 2007 10:24 pm ]
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Hard conversation there, but good for Butcher to know that Geri trusts her.

If Butcher has promised not to kill Mullins or have her killed, presumably she can still cause non-lethal injuries?

Thanks Lesley.
Author:  Chair [ Thu Sep 13, 2007 11:12 pm ]
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Thanks, Lesley. At least Butcher and Geri have established the trust factor.
Author:  Jennie [ Fri Sep 14, 2007 10:10 am ]
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Thanks, Lesley. At lest Butcher is now safe, and I believe that was part of Geri's thoughts, that Butcher will not be accused of further crimes, and moved to a much higher security prison.
Author:  MaryR [ Fri Sep 14, 2007 6:56 pm ]
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Geri knows she's pushed Butcher as far as she dare - and that Butcher would have gone for anyone else who dared even half as much. But even between friends there are limits....

Thanks, Lesley
Author:  Tara [ Fri Sep 14, 2007 10:12 pm ]
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I'm amazed that Butcher agreed to that, and the fact that she did demonstrates just how far she'll go for Geri. Of course it was Geri's trust in her that swung it - and I agree with Jennie, it was the only way to protect Butcher from her own rage and despair. But she'll do something, won't she ...
So much atmosphere in that last return to the thudding of the punchbag.
Author:  jacey [ Fri Sep 14, 2007 10:15 pm ]
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Oh my. I wonder what Butcher *will* do, seeing what she has promised she won't do. I can't believe she will let it go at that.
Thanks Lesley.
Author:  Kathy_S [ Sat Sep 15, 2007 4:28 am ]
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"Where's the justice?" That was exactly my response to this all too realistic scenario. I'm impressed that Butcher agreed to avoid murder -- but can't see a happy resolution here. *hopes Lesley has a better imagination*

I just hope it won't destroy the trust between Butcher & Shaw.

Thank you, Lesley.
Author:  Lesley [ Sat Sep 15, 2007 11:51 am ]
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Some hours later the sounds could still be heard as Officer Francis walked into the gym. She moved across to stand beside the woman still hitting the punch bag with some ferocity,

“Butcher,” Pat’s voice was quiet but had an immediate effect. Butcher spun round, both fists raised into her ‘combat ready’ stance. As she did Pat involuntarily took a step back in alarm. Butcher blinked hard and relaxed, lowering her hands,

“Sorry Mrs Francis,” she said quickly.

Pat nodded in acknowledgement, “Butcher you’ve been here long enough,” she said gently, “it’s almost six o’clock.”

Butcher nodded slowly and wiped her face on her sleeve, her entire body was covered with a thin film of perspiration and she was breathing fast, “All afternoon? Must be back to nearly full fitness then, if I can manage that.”

“Yes,” the Prison Officer agreed, “but even so, I expect you will feel this for some time.” She walked across to the nearby sink and filled a plastic cup with water, “Here, drink this, Butcher, you look as though you need it. It’s not like you to allow yourself to become dehydrated.”

Butcher took the cup and drank swiftly, when she had finished she re-filled the cup and emptied that one just as quickly. “Not thinking straight,” she said quietly, by way of explanation.

“No,” Pat agreed, “understandable in the circumstances, that’s why you were allowed to remain here all afternoon. Now come with me, I’ll escort you back to the Wing.”

Butcher nodded and fell into step beside the Prison Officer, after a while she looked across, “Did you give permission for me to stay there, Mrs Francis? Miss work and everything?”

“No Butcher, that was the Governor’s order,” Pat replied, “she said you were to remain there until either you asked to return or at six o’clock, whichever came sooner.”

Butcher’s face darkened, “Why would she do that?”

“She obviously felt you needed the time, Butcher,” Francis replied, “she does care a lot about you, you know?”

Butcher gave a cynical laugh, “Yeah? Has a funny way of showing it, doesn’t she? Threatening me with high security, a living death sentence. Not what I’d call caring.”

“She is prepared to accept your word about something, Butcher,” Pat Francis said firmly, “there aren’t many who would. Basically she has placed her professional life in your hands. If she’s wrong about you - I don’t think she is, but if she is, and Mullins is killed, then her career will be terminated. She’s given you a tremendous amount of power over her, Butcher. Don’t ever think that she doesn’t care.”

Butcher remained silent and still for some seconds; absorbing the words, eventually she drew in a deep breath, ran her hand down her face, wiping away more perspiration, she looked over at the officer standing beside her, “I won’t break my word,” she said quietly, “she knows that. But okay, you’re right, she does care.”

“Yes she does,” Pat agreed, she went to say something else but then frowned, her eyes catching something as the two stood beneath a bright fluorescent light, “Butcher, what have you done to your hand?”

Butcher frowned in turn and looked at her right hand, deep purple bruising ran across the back of the hand, concentrating on the knuckles at the base of the fingers but spreading up to include fingers and thumb and even into the wrist. In addition there was a thin sheen of blood across the knuckles themselves and, as Butcher wiped the blood away, more eased out from cracks across the tips of the knuckles. She looked at her left hand to see an identical pattern of injuries, She looked back at the Officer,

“Must have done it hitting that bag,” she said, rather stating the obvious.

“Indeed,” Pat replied, “well you can go along to the Hospital Wing now, get your hands treated.”

Butcher shrugged, “It’ll ease overnight,” she said, “it has happened before, when I’ve overdone it.”

“Nevertheless you are going to the Hospital Wing now, Butcher,” Pat replied firmly.

“Yes Mrs Francis.”
Author:  Rosalin [ Sat Sep 15, 2007 11:57 am ]
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I'm glad that Butcher can see how much trust Geri is placing in her.

Thanks Lesley.
Author:  Pat [ Sat Sep 15, 2007 2:43 pm ]
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Good for Pat Francis. It's good that Butcher can see other officers have sympathy for her.
Author:  Kathy_S [ Sat Sep 15, 2007 3:47 pm ]
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Well done, Pat -- and Butcher.

(and Lesley, of course.)
Author:  Chair [ Sat Sep 15, 2007 8:58 pm ]
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Thanks, Lesley. Pat found just the right words there.
Author:  Tara [ Sat Sep 15, 2007 10:11 pm ]
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Pat was really impressive there - and made it obvious that it's not only Geri who cares. Pat's comments about Geri's trust in Butcher having given Butcher power over her are so wise and perceptive, and Butcher has clearly taken them on board. And what a powerful evocation of the physical manifestations of Butcher's distress that was.
Thanks, Lesley.
Author:  Fiona Mc [ Sun Sep 16, 2007 7:26 am ]
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Thanks Lesley. Pat spoke well there about the trust Geri has in her. I couldn't believe the ruling for Mullins. Its so true though
Author:  Lesley [ Sun Sep 16, 2007 11:15 am ]
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At the RCS events moved on; the holiday drew to a close and Hilda and Nell made the most of their last few days of rest before having to start preparing for the Christmas Term. Jen Sutton had returned from her course, and it appeared to have been helpful - at least she seemed determined not to return to her ex-boyfriend, Regis. Unfortunately she was not able to return to her flat either; when he had realised that she was not going to return Regis had completely wrecked the place. Even though it had been done by another the lease was in Jen’s name and she was held responsible by the landlord for the damage. This resulted in Jen being presented with a bill for damages totalling more than two thousand five hundred dollars. When she received the notice Jen turned to her friend in despair,

“I can’t pay this, Cherry, I don’t have this sort of money. That b*st*ard landlord can’t possibly have this much damage, the entire flat’s not worth this much.”

Cherry shook her head worriedly, “I don’t have this sort of cash, either, Jen,” she replied, “most I can get together is about five hundred dollars - but that was going to buy Christmas presents.”

“Nah, you don’t want to use that,” Jen said, “let’s ask those mates of yours, they’re loaded. And they’ll help out won’t they?”

Cherry’s expression grew more serious, “Hilda and Nell do have a fair amount of money, Jen,” she began, “and yes, if I asked I’m sure that they would help. But you need to show everyone, including yourself, that you can manage on your own. You don’t want to be sponging off others for the rest of your life, do you?”

Jen raised her eyebrows and sighed, “Alright, I can do without the lecture, seems to me you’re not taking enough advantage of your position here. You’re on to a gold mine here, you know?”

Cherry frowned, “This is my home, Jen, the people here are my family and friends. You don’t take advantage of such people.”

“If you say so,” Jen did not sound convinced.

Cherry allowed some seconds of silence before continuing, “What about a job, Jen? If you got a job you could pay off this man a little a week. I’m sure that would be acceptable - especially if I ask Nell to have a word with him - there’s only one person I know that would choose to face Nell at her worst - and even she treads carefully when Nell’s really roused.”

“Yeah, well I had a job, didn’t I?” Jen sounded really aggrieved, “until that German woman thought I wasn’t good enough.”

“Karen’s Austrian,” Cherry replied quietly, “and I’m sorry she refused to have you back - she’s got very high standards and expects those working for her to put in a full day’s work.”

“Bloody slave-driver, you ask me,” Jen snorted, “don’t know how you manage,” she sighed, “I suppose I could start looking for a job,” she continued, “would be nice to have a bit of cash for clothes and stuff.”

“And to pay for your keep, Jen,” Cherry put in.

Jen frowned, “What, you want money too?”

Cherry shook her head, “Not me, no,” she said, “but you have all your meals here, don’t you? Offering to pay toward your meals would be a good gesture, wouldn’t it?”

“Fancy School can afford it.”

“That’s beside the point,” Cherry replied, “Hilda didn’t have to let you on-site, she did so as a favour to me. And so far Jen you’ve not done a great deal to return that favour.”

“I’d been beaten up, Cherry, have you forgotten that?” Jen’s voice showed her anger.

Cherry sighed, “No, Jen, I’d not forgotten, but you can’t continue to just play the victim card your entire life, can you? And anyway, you need to get a job.”

“Why do I need to get a job?”

“So you can get Lindy back,” Cherry said with some surprise, “you have thought of that, haven’t you?”
Author:  Fiona Mc [ Sun Sep 16, 2007 11:34 am ]
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Does Jen even want Lindy back? Cherry has had a hard life and more power to her she has fought to get where she has and she is complete right you don't want to be a victime and no offence but Jen was an adult when she started to go out with her boyfriend. I have a lot more sympathy for Lindy living through it than I do Jen. That said I do think it's pretty hard on her to have to pay for his damage as well as have to deal with everything else he dished out. Hope she gets out of victim mode soon
Author:  Jennie [ Sun Sep 16, 2007 1:01 pm ]
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She'll be a victim as long as she chooses to be. It's that simple. And expecting other people to get her out of a hok,e when she's in one. Perhaps Cherry was caught in time and imprisoned before she went further along that track. And she was always a good mother, better than Jen.
Author:  Rosalin [ Sun Sep 16, 2007 1:16 pm ]
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She has been a victim, true, but she also needs to take responsibility for herself. Her attitude towards Hilda, Nell and the school is worrying. True they are well off, but the school is a business and Hilda and Nell more than deserve what ever money they crossed over with after what Elinor put them through!

Interesting that getting Lindy back hasn't occurred to Jen. If she's in a good foster placement maybe she's actually better off.

Thanks Lesley.

Edited to sort out a name.
Author:  Chair [ Sun Sep 16, 2007 6:18 pm ]
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Thanks, Lesley. I hope that Jen will realise soon that she needs to take responsibility.
Author:  Tara [ Sun Sep 16, 2007 10:18 pm ]
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Well, ok, it's very unfair for Jen to be landed with all that debt (and Hilda and Nell are fairly well-heeled), but her 'grab-everything-you-can' attitude is very worrying, and so different from Cherry's.
Equally worrying is Jen's attitude to her daughter; she really doesn't seem to care a lot, does she - again, nothing could be further from Cherry's life-view.
Despite Jen's claims on our sympathy, I really don't like her very much and think she's going to be Trouble.
Author:  Kathy_S [ Mon Sep 17, 2007 12:58 am ]
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I'm not overly impressed with Jen, either. What a contrast with Cherry!

Thanks for the update. :)
Author:  Lesley [ Tue Sep 18, 2007 8:30 pm ]
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At the meeting of Department Heads it was discovered that one member was absent,

“Where’s Hilda, Nell? Is she held up somewhere?”

Nell shrugged, “No idea, I’ve not been over to the Admin block since first thing this morning, been busy trying to get my Third Formers to understand at least the basic Chemistry they’ll need for their exams this term.”

There was a muffled laugh from the rest of the team, all of them witness to a number of Nell’s laments on the same subject in the past. The same questioner, Ruth Derwent, turned to the other person from the Admin Block,

“Did you see her, Rosalie?”

Rosalie Dene was there to take the minutes, strictly speaking, as she was Office Manager, she could have delegated one of her staff to perform the same task. However she felt that, for senior meetings, she should be present herself. She shook her head, “I’ve not seen Hilda all morning,” she admitted, “I know she’s been tied up with the new requirements from the Education Department…” a number of groans, from all those who actually taught interrupted her, “but I’m not sure if that’s what is delaying her…”

“It was,” another voice spoke from just inside the door, “my apologies for being delayed, ladies,” the Head continued, “but I have an important announcement.“ Hilda settled herself in her chair before smiling around at everyone. “I have decided that I should stop teaching and instead run for public office – it’s the only way I can think of to stop the ridiculous demands made upon our time by some departments within government.”

The complete, shocked silence that greeted her words convinced Hilda that, with one exception, she had managed to persuade everyone that she was serious. That one exception just grinned,

“Now, Hilda, you go giving everyone shocks like that and you’ll give them all indigestion. You should be ashamed of yourself.”

Hilda Annersley smiled over at the speaker, “Why Nell, if they are foolish enough to believe me then I would say they deserved some discomfort.”

“Of course they believe you,” Nell retorted, “you can project absolute sincerity whilst lying for England. The only reason I didn’t believe you is because I know you too well!”

Hilda smiled round at the Department Heads; most of them were now sheepishly trying to pretend that they had not just believed the Head’s every word. “My apologies, everyone, I was only joking. Though I must admit I wish something could be done about the reams of reports and papers that seem to be required now in order that we can prove we are teaching our pupils. It seems that, rather than helping to maintain standards, all these reports give us less time to concentrate on helping our children to learn.”

After the meeting Nell Wilson made certain to follow the Head back to her Study, as soon as the door closed she spoke, “You okay, Hilda?”

Hilda smiled across at her partner, “I can’t hide too much from you, can I?”

“We’ve known each other too long,” Nell agreed, “what is it? These reports?”

Hilda sighed, “Partly,” she said, “it’s making a lot of additional work for everyone, I know…”

“And when we’re all finished it comes to you,” Nell continued sympathetically.

“Yes, and I’m just feeling a little tired at the moment, that’s all.”

“You’re not unwell, are you?”

“No…well..”

“Well what?” Nell demanded.

“I went to see the doctor, yesterday evening, you remember I had a check up during the holidays?”

“Yes, but what’s wrong?”

“Just slight anaemia,” the Head was quick to reassure her friend, seeing how concerned Nell was, “I’ve started taking some iron tablets, the doctor says they should start to work soon.”

“It doesn’t help that, being here, you’re forever on duty, does it?” Nell said softly.

“I’ll be fine, Nell, just need some rest, that’s all.”

The Deputy Head nodded then left pleading pressure of work; Hilda thought no more about it until the two were walking across to their cottage that evening. Without preamble Nell spoke,

“We’re going away this weekend, Hilda.”

Hilda frowned slightly, “I can’t go anywhere this weekend, Nell, I’m covering for the School.”

“No you’re not,” Nell returned, “I’ve cleared it with Ruth, she’s happy to swap.”

“Oh,” Hilda was somewhat stunned.

Nell smiled as she threaded her arm through her friend’s, “I’m taking you away for the weekend, Hilda,” she said, “just the two of us, somewhere you can relax and rest. Somewhere you can forget all your responsibilities and duties.”

“Am I to have any say in this?”

“No.”

There was a long pause then, “Where are you taking me?”

“You’ll find out.”
Author:  Pat [ Tue Sep 18, 2007 8:34 pm ]
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How much relaxation and rest is she actually going to get I wonder.
Author:  Rosalin [ Tue Sep 18, 2007 9:06 pm ]
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:lol: At Hilda's announcement, not her overwork.

Worryingly I actually can see her in politics. She might cause a lot more people to have faith in politicians.

Thanks Lesley.
Author:  Chair [ Tue Sep 18, 2007 9:33 pm ]
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Thanks, Lesley. I think that Hilda would do well in politics. I'm glad that Hilda is having a chance of a weekend away.
Author:  Tara [ Tue Sep 18, 2007 10:19 pm ]
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you can project absolute sincerity whilst lying for England.
:D Loved that - yep, that's our Hilda! Worried about the anaemia, and very glad Nell has taken instant action, though I'm not convinced about the possibility of a quiet weekend for that pair.

Thanks, Lesley.
Author:  Kathy_S [ Wed Sep 19, 2007 3:05 am ]
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*agrees about the paperwork* (How I miss that volcanic emoticon....)

Hope the anaemia isn't something more serious.... but a weekend with Nell should be diverting, at least. :D

Thank you, Lesley.
Author:  Torri [ Wed Sep 19, 2007 3:13 am ]
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Now I want to see Hilda running for some sort of political office... ;)

Thanks, Lesley
Author:  Fiona Mc [ Wed Sep 19, 2007 3:15 am ]
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Send them to Bendigo for the weekend. I'll put them up! :lol: :lol: :wink:
Author:  Jennie [ Wed Sep 19, 2007 11:01 am ]
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Oh dear, now will it be a kidnap, or a crime, or will either of them get hurt?

It's surprising what goes through my mind when Hilda and Nell have a relaxing weekend.
Author:  Carolyn P [ Thu Sep 20, 2007 10:09 am ]
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Even when they intend to relax, half the time trouble just follows them!
Author:  Lesley [ Thu Sep 20, 2007 8:06 pm ]
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For the next few days it was very noticeable that the Deputy Head was shielding Miss Annersley from as much as possible - sometimes to the complete vexation of Hilda herself. Nell even insisting that Hilda not make her normal visit to see Butcher at the prison, instead going herself. Hilda Annersley might have been even more annoyed with her friend’s over-protectiveness, but she did manage to catch up, a little, on both her sleep and her work and consequently felt a little better by the Friday.

The meeting with Butcher had been interesting, with Butcher accepting that Nell had come in place of Hilda with equanimity,

“She is alright though?”

“I think so, I’ll make sure she rests over this weekend and, hopefully, the tablets will start working soon.”

Butcher looked over thoughtfully, “You’ve always looked after her, haven’t you?”

Nell considered, “In a way,” she said, “I suppose it’s just always been a part of my role, as her deputy.”

“She’ll miss you when you go.”

“When I…” Nell paused, frowning, “has she told you about the job too?”

“Yeah why, wasn’t she supposed to?”

Nell shook her head then sighed, “She seems to have told just about everyone,” she said with some frustration.

“She’s real proud of you,” Butcher replied, “wants to share her pride with everyone else. And if I had a mate like you I’d want to do the same.”

“Why?”

Butcher sat back in her chair and smiled, “You know how easy it is for people just behind those in command to sabotage the boss’s every action? I’ve had it done to me a number of times and seen it done to others. You’re a real rarity, Wilson, and if it weren’t for the fact that Annersley convinced me that people like you existed I’d never have considered having the same myself. It makes a tremendous difference, you know, being able to trust your second. To know she’s not going to stab you in the back when you’re not looking.”

Nell Wilson had flushed slightly at Butcher’s words but, on hearing Butcher’s final sentences she frowned, “You’ve had that happen to you?”

Butcher nodded, “Yes, literally on one occasion,” she smiled somewhat ruefully, “that was the first time I actually killed someone - she came at me with a knife, not much else I could do. Nature of the beast, being inside – the one in charge has to be the strongest.”

“Then what do you do when you’re no longer the strongest?” Nell asked curiously.

Butcher shrugged, “Depends, really, you can choose to step down, I suppose, but most don’t. Just wait until someone comes along who wants it more,” she looked across at the woman opposite, “I reckon I’ve probably got another five, ten years.”

“At the top?”

Butcher nodded.

Nell Wilson thought for a moment, “I’ve heard that the fights can be deadly.”

“Yes.”

“But that’s such a waste, Butcher. You’re only, what, thirty-five, thirty-six…?”

“Thirty-seven,” Butcher replied, she smiled, “but I never did think I’d make old bones. Anyway, after what happened a few months back anything’s a bonus.”

“I can understand you feeling like that,” Nell agreed, “I felt the same after I was stabbed last year. But even so, you have thirty or forty years of life still to come, possibly more, why would you want to throw it all away in less than ten years?”

“What have I got to live for, Wilson?” Butcher asked with a sad smile, “just the same routine as always, with more and more incidents of complete injustice – seeing women punished for things they didn’t do, while other get off scot-free.”

There was silence for a time then, quietly, Nell responded, “I heard about what happened here, to the woman who killed your friend, I mean.”

“You heard, everyone’s heard,” Butcher said somewhat bitterly, “nothing’s ever done about it though, is it? If some woman had been sitting quietly in their house reading and had been attacked and killed by a knife-wielding killer…” the convict shook her head, “Oh, what’s the use? You can’t understand, no one can - not even Shaw and she’s tried.” She gazed down at the table in front of her and at her hands, still purple with bruising and with dressings across both sets of knuckles even days later.

Nell took a deep breath then reached forward to gently place her hand over Butcher’s, “I can understand,” she said, her grey eyes intense, “you want to tear the person apart with your bare hands, don’t you?”

Butcher nodded slightly, her black eyes looking directly into Nell’s.

Nell continued, “You can think of nothing better than to spend a week slowly ripping chunks off of them, so you can watch them being in agony?”

Butcher nodded again, “You do understand,” she whispered, “you’ve been there yourself, haven’t you?”

“Yes, close anyway. In my case the friend wasn’t actually murdered but she did suffer terribly…”

“Annersley?”

“Yes,” Nell thought swiftly then continued, “before coming to Australia, Hilda and I were in charge of a School in Switzerland.”

“Yeah, Annersley mentioned it once.”

“Well there was someone there that had total control over the School and our actions. Any attempt to modernise the School, change things, was met with harsh punishment. They had people everywhere.”

“Nasty,” Butcher replied, “didn’t know the Mafia worked in Switzerland.”

“I didn’t say…” Nell began.

“You didn’t have to,” Butcher interrupted, “go on!”

Nell nodded, reflecting that, from Butcher’s point of view the Mafia made a great deal of sense - and was certainly easier to explain than the actual truth, “We did, eventually, get away, but Hilda was left behind. It was ten weeks before we could get her out. When I saw what they’d done to her - I wanted to kill them. In fact, if they’d been in front of me that’s exactly what I’d have done.”

Butcher nodded, “Ever get the chance?”

Nell smiled slightly, “No, but I do know that the person responsible is now living what’s been described as ‘Hell on Earth’ - that made it easier to bear. Just because you can’t get to this Mullins now, doesn’t mean she won’t face a reckoning for her deeds. She will, sooner or later she will.”

Butcher took a deep breath and relaxed slightly, “Yeah, you’re right,” she agreed, “thanks Wilson.”
Author:  Pat [ Thu Sep 20, 2007 8:41 pm ]
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I think it was a good thing Nell visited for a change. She could get through from her personal experience where others couldn't.
Author:  Tara [ Thu Sep 20, 2007 10:19 pm ]
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I'd never realised how much Nell and Butcher have in common, but in some ways Nell can be of more help than Hilda at the moment, she understands Butcher's reactions so well. And it's nice to see Butcher's appreciation of and respect for her.

I do wonder what's going to happen to Butcher. Spending the rest of your life in prison or waiting until someone stronger comes along and kills you - not much of a choice, really, is it. I do wish there were a more positive option.

I can really imagine Hilda getting very irritated at being protected by Nell, but it does seem to be working! Hope we're going to get the details of the weekend.

Thanks, Lesley.
Author:  Rosalin [ Thu Sep 20, 2007 10:23 pm ]
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I do wonder what's going to happen to Butcher. Spending the rest of your life in prison or waiting until someone stronger comes along and kills you - not much of a choice, really, is it. I do wish there were a more positive option.


I was pretty much thinking that too, but couldn't work out how to put it into words.

I'm glad Nell visited Butcher and was able to relate to how she was feeling.

Thanks Lesley.
Author:  Jennie [ Fri Sep 21, 2007 7:38 am ]
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Thanks, Lesley, it's good that Butcher was able to speak so freely to someone who understood.
Author:  Lesley [ Fri Sep 21, 2007 9:56 am ]
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Back on the Wing Butcher sat in her cell for almost an hour, thinking; when the rest of the women returned from work Rees sought her,

“Well? Have you decided what to do, Butcher?” Rees’ tone was sharp, “That b*tch gets moved to New South Wales day after tomorrow, she’s just sitting up there in Solitary, laughing at us.”

Butcher looked across calmly, “Yes, I’ve decided what I’m going to do, Rees,” she replied, “and before you ask, no, I’m not going to kill her, neither am I going to order her death.”

“Well fine, don’t bother, I’ll do it myself…” Rees didn’t have the chance to say another word as, with a speed that was almost unreal, Butcher moved. Suddenly she was in front of Rees, lifting her up by her lapels and slamming her into the wall,

“You don’t touch her, Rees! You don’t touch her, you don’t go near her, you don’t order another to attack her! I will not be foresworn, you understand me?”

Sarah Rees was at least ten years younger than Butcher. She was a tall woman, over-topping Butcher by some four or five inches, yet she did not dare move. Held in Butcher’s grasp as though she were a baby, she took a few quick, shallow breaths,

“Okay Butcher, I’ll not do anything, I swear.”

Butcher held her lieutenant against the wall for a few more seconds before slowly relaxing, “Alright then,” she said quietly, “now, as I said, I’ve decided what I’m going to do. Sit down!” She pointed to one of the two cots in her cell. Rees sat and watched as Butcher sat opposite. Butcher wiped a hand down her face before staring over at the woman on the other cot, “I had a visitor today,” she remarked, “not Annersley - she’s not well, Wilson.”

“Wilson? She was in here, wasn’t she? Back in January?”

Butcher nodded, “You’d like her, Rees,” she said, “and she’d fit in here well, she’s got similar ideas about revenge and she won’t take no nonsense from anyone. She told me about a situation she’d faced a few years back - when she wanted to rip someone apart. It proved impossible to do but she’d got a lot of comfort from something else that happened to that person.”

“What happened?”

“She said that the person was still alive,” Butcher replied, “but was living in a ‘Hell on Earth’ - her words for it,” Butcher took a deep breath, “and I thought, suppose we could arrange for something similar? So Mullins would stay alive, but every day wish she were dead?”

Rees’ eyes sparkled and she slowly smiled, “How?”
Author:  Torri [ Fri Sep 21, 2007 10:11 am ]
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Uh oh.... :)

Can't wait to see what Butcher can think up for that!

Thanks, Lesley.
Author:  Tan [ Fri Sep 21, 2007 11:19 am ]
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Hmm. Did Nell really mean to give Butcher that idea? Or did she come up with it herself? It does bear out the saying 'revenge is a dish best served cold' though.
Author:  Jennie [ Fri Sep 21, 2007 12:34 pm ]
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Nice idea. It could work.
Author:  Rosalin [ Fri Sep 21, 2007 1:19 pm ]
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I'm guessing that wasn't quite what Nell meant. Or was it?

Thanks Lesley.
Author:  Pat [ Fri Sep 21, 2007 7:11 pm ]
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It isn't what Geri meant, that's for sure! :twisted: :twisted:
Author:  Carolyn P [ Fri Sep 21, 2007 8:00 pm ]
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Ooooooh....now do I really dare to even consider what Lesley will come up with as a cold revenge??? :twisted:
Author:  Tara [ Fri Sep 21, 2007 10:37 pm ]
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Oops! I don't think that was quite what Nell had in mind, somehow. My blood runs cold at the thought of what Butcher could come up with ...
I did like her determination to stick to her word, and to make sure that everyone else did likewise, though. She is such a mass of contradictions!
A truly complex character, Lesley.
Author:  Fiona Mc [ Fri Sep 21, 2007 11:50 pm ]
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:lol: :lol: :lol: Its a far smarter way to go. Death certainly not always the worse thing to happen. Love to see the way Butcher's mind works and Geri can't say Butcher hasn't followed her promise to the letter
Author:  Kathy_S [ Sat Sep 22, 2007 3:27 pm ]
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Oooh, I quite liked the way Nell got through to Butcher -- but now I'm wondering just what's in store for Mullins, and how it might rebound on Butcher & Geri. I'd only gotten as far as puzzling over how one could enlist Hilda & Nell to help ensure Mullins is condemned to negative press, zero power, and permanent bankruptcy. Somehow I suspect Butcher has more, um, concrete plans.

Thank you, Lesley.
Author:  Lesley [ Sat Sep 22, 2007 8:44 pm ]
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As this has reached 25 pages I'll start a new part - could some kind Mod please save and archive this?

Thanks
Lesley
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