Part two http://members.lycos.co.uk/thecbb/tension2.htm

Part three http://members.lycos.co.uk/thecbb/tensionagain.htm

Part 4 http://members.lycos.co.uk/thecbb/Tensions4.htm

Part 5 http://members.lycos.co.uk/thecbb/tensions5.html

Part 6 http://members.lycos.co.uk/thecbb/tensions6.html

Part 7 http://members.lycos.co.uk/thecbb/tensions7.html
 

Engineer can't come till Friday - as I don't think it's a very good idea to keep turning the screen on and off every 5 seconds I won't be around till then, unless I drag the old pc out!
I'll just have to do lots of writing the old fashioned way!

(we don't allow cannons, or any other types of heavy artillary on this board! ;))

ignoring Vikki's smart-arse response  ;), what is canon? 

Oh, come on!! Don't try and tell me you'd have resisted that one!!

Include me in that sentiment!

What will Jo call her daughter then if not Gwynnie? I assume she is Jo's latest attempt to have quads?

One more bit for tonight......

In her study, Hilda Annersley was discovering that the members of Gypsophilia dormitory were capable of showing an unaccustomed display of stubborness, or defiance.  Despite her best efforts to find out what had been the cause of the earlier disturbance, including a prodigious use of ‘the look’, the girls had remained silent for the most part, and evasive when silence really was not an option,  it was true that several of the more impressionable girls looked on the verge of tears, but since that looked unlikely to prove helpful, Hilda had been forced, for one of the few times in her long career, to admit defeat. 
She harshly told those with watery eyes to pull themselves together, and proceeded to hand out  punishments  to the whole dorm, her famous justice, for once, not tempered with mercy.  For the remainder of the term Gypsophilia would be subject to the same rules as the Juniors with regard to bedtimes, in addition, they were condemned to get up and go to bed in silence for the same length of time, they were to be supervised during all their free periods and barred from all the Saturday night entertainments, that period to be spent hemming sheets, and they were told in no uncertain terms that they would have no part in the Nativity performance.  In addition, Hilary and Louise, who, by the evidence of Hilda’s own eyes, had appeared to be the chief protagonists, were told they would not be allowed to join the rest of the school in the upcoming half term excursions.
This last point was accepted philosophically by Louise, who had never yet spent half term at the school since her family were in the local area, but it was a bitter disappointed to Hilary who had been looking forward to the chance to see more of Switzerland, but even her disappointment was tempered by the fact that she was so grateful to Miss Annersley for intervening when she did, that she felt she could have borne almost any punishment, and bt the end of the day, the treatment meted out by her peers left her feeling decidedly relieved that she would not be spending the holiday with them.
No longer content with merely not speaking to Hilary, the other girls, including those who had previously stood by her, added new depths to their policy of ignoring her, pointedly turning their backs and removing themselves as far as possible from her presence when she walked into a room, carefully moving her desk slightly away from the rest to leave her isolated in class, placing everything she could possibly need at mealtimes in front of her before she needed to ask.  Only Cora, who was still something of an outcast herself, appeared oblivious to the prevailing current of hostility directed towards Hilary.  Hilary found herself feeling grateful for Cora’s continued attentions, even though the younger girl never gave any sign of realising that it was as a direct result of her friend championing her cause that she had found herself in her current situation.
All in all, Hilary was about as miserable as she had ever been, but to all appearances she remained completely unaffected by this treatment.  I t was perhaps a pity that her pride would not allow her to show her true feelings, since she may have found life a little easier, but as it was the crime of uncaring arrogance was added to the list of supposed sins, the most grievous charge on the list being the worst that could be laid before any true Chalet girl, that of dishonourable behaviour,

Don't wear the hamster out. We want more, much more, but will wait if we really, really have to.

(If these are “short posts,” long ones must be incredible.)

BTW, did you know that the 'Sale of Goods'Act means that you can demand a new Monitor? It clearly isn't fit for its purpose, so demand a new one.

Anyway, the majority of this story was written on the Hamster powered pc and he's had a good long rest for a month or so, so it's time he started running around on the wheel again.  I would have posted this last night but I wasn't happy with it, I've changed it now, and I'm still not over happy, but I don't want to spend the next month worrying about one small segment when I'm going to re-write the whole lot when I get to the end, so here it is.

While Hilda was left to contemplate if the latest generation of schoolgirls really were stronger willed than they used to be, or if she was beginning to lose her authority, and thinking that the benefits of retirement looked more attractive each day, Jem was still relishing the opportunity to return to the practice of medicine rather than concentrating his efforts on running a large, and increasingly diverse, business.  He had had little direct involvement with his patients over the last few years and it felt good to him, to walk among them, and in many cases, receive their thanks and gratitude for the work he was doing on their behalf.
Although he had, in the past, lost his share of patients, he preferred not to dwell on his failures, the majority of whom he had regarded as hopeless causes, but on his successes., especially those which he had achieved against all the odds. 
He had always had a slight, regrettable, tendency to to accept the semi – mythical status that that particular group of patients conferred on him as his due, and this tendency had grown somewhat since he had received his honour from the government of the day.
He was feeling immensely pleased with himself, gratified by the reaction of those patients who prounounced themselves as feeling privileged to have the ‘great’ Sir James Russell take a personal interest in their cases, when he was swiftly brought down to earth by one particular patient, Biddy Courvosier.
Biddy had known Jem since she had been a wild young orphan, adopted by the middles of the time in the Tyrol; His reputation had meant nothing to her then, and it meant nothing to her now.
“And what the hell is it that you’re doing here, Jem Russell?” she asked, her words spirited enouigh, but the tone they were delivered in dreary beyond belief.  “You’ve come to sort out that brother-in-law of yours, I hope, after what he did to my Eugen.”
“They had a fight, Biddy, and I admit that I’m not happy about it, but Eugen got up and walked away.  He was at the other end of the Platz when he died.”
“And whose fault was it that he was walking around on the Platz in the middle of a storm?  It was a broken heart that he died of, after Jack Maynard told him to leave.  I wish he’d never come to this place, so I do.  I wish we’d never set eyes on this San, and if you have any ideas of keeping me here drugged up and quiet, you can forget about it.  I’m going home to my children., and you, all of you, are going to pay for this.”
“Now, Biddy, don’t be hasty, you’ve had a great shock, I know you want to deal with it in your own way but…”
“And what would you be knowing about dealing with things, Jem Russell, when have you ever had to deal with anything like this in your life?  Even if you did have to, you would probably pay someone to deal with it for you.”
Jem felt slightly hurt by her attack on his own person, but bearing in mind the circumstances, he made allowances for her words, “I know this isn’t an easy time for you, Biddy, dear, but…”
“I’m not you’re dear.  Don’t you try patronising me Jem, I’ll not stand for it.”
“I’m sorry, but..”
“And there’ll be no easy times for Biddy Courvosier in the future, not with three children to bring up and no husband.  I suppose you think I should be overcome by grief?  Maybe I should, but I don’t have that luxury do I?  It’s all alone that I am in the world, with my three babies.  I’ve no-one to look after me, now, but I will make you pay for this Jem Russell, my children aren’t going to suffer through you trying to avoid your responsibilities.  I’m noyt saying that money will make everything all right, because it won’t, but it’ll make it a damn sight better.”
Jem looked at her rather coldly, he knew, of course, all about her background, but he still felt it was rather unseemly, not to say heartless, of her to keep bringing up the subject of money less than twenty four hours after the discovery of her husband’s body, but he also felt rather ashamed of himself for not having troubled himself with any thoughts about Biddy’s future, nor those of her children,  not that that endeared her to him at the time.
“

And will Hilda be retiring at the end of the term? You dropped a few large hints - if she does I hope it will be a fairly happy affair - as happy as possible for her considering.

Joey had found it impossible to write, after making five attempts at one sentence she ripped the sheet of paper from the typewriter and tore it in half.  It was pointless trying to pretend she could lose herself in her fiction when so much was happening in real life, she pushed the typewriter away and sat back in her chair, allowing just one or two tears of self pity to trickle down her face.
She had returned to Freudeshiem the day before in a state of some trepidation, which was only slightly eased by the fact that Jack had managed to speak to her civilly while they were inside the San.  He had reverted to silence once they had left Con, merely grunting in reply to an innocuous remark which she had made as they got into the car.
She still had no idea what, if anything, Roger had told Jack, yet, as worried as she was about that scenario, it was overshadowed by a thought that she found more terrifying by far.  What she dreaded most of all, was that she would hear her husband confess to being complicit in Eugen Courvosier’s death.  She had wished desperately that she could take back the impulsive words she had blurted out to Jem earlier, feeling that the fact of her having uttered them were more likely to make them be true.
Even when they were, finally, back at the house, Jack had been in no hurry to broach the subject of his fight with Eugen, although he had relieved her smaller worry, when he began by apologising for ever considering that she had been involved with Roger Richardson, “As you said, the girl, Fay, was obviously motivated by spite, I dare say it was Roger that she wanted to get at, not you.  He had just broken off their engagement, for Heaven’s sake, it’s hardly surprising that she wanted revenge.  Roger would hardly be interested in you after all.”
It was probably a pity that Jack, thinking of Roger’s sexuality, added the last sentence.  To Joey’s ears it was a hurtful dismissal of her own attractions, of herself as a woman, and it was enough to ensure that when the conversation moved on to Jack’s violent disagreement with Eugen, Joey did nothing to ease the obvious burden of guilt which her husband was labouring under, even though she so easily could have done so. 
Although she had been relieved to discover that Eugen had walked away from Freudesheim of his own accord, she had rightly been furious when she found that there had been more than a grain of truth in Biddy’s tale, and she made the most of her opportunity to drive home the fact that Jack’s behaviour had been anything but reasonable, and if she had had any slight reservations about this approach, they had vanished completely when she found out that Jack had so casually revealed her deepest secret to Jem, the man who had been a father figure to her since the latter part of her extended childhood.
Never in her long marriage had she felt so betrayed, and never had she felt so bitter towards her husband.

I don't blame Biddy at all.  She is quite rightly angry!  Also she puntured Jem's pomposity which needed doing!

But, where has Joey gone?  This thread certainly lives up to its title.

btw How is Con?

Where is Joey going with little Hilda? More please Esmeralda!

(I know - you've posted lots - but this is so good I just want more!)

It was growing late when Jem and Jack finally found the opportunity to talk, the lines of exhaustion drawn on Jack’s face were only too obvious to Jem, and he suspected that were he to look in the mirror, his own appearance would not be dissimilar.  The long hectic day had caused him to remember why he no longer played such an active part in the day to day medical work at own branch of the San.
He had already sent Phil Graves home to dine with his wife, but before extracting a grudging promise from the man that he would return later. 
Phil had gone to great lengths to avoid Jack Maynard as much as possible during the day, and on the few occasions when he had been forced into proximity with the other man he had taken no trouble to disguise his hostiliity, something which more peoiple than Jem had noticed.  Furthermore, Phil was still feeling somewhat resentful of the manner in which Jem had spoken to him the previous day, and since the responsibilty of taking Biddy home and getting her settled had fallen solely upon himself and his wife, Hilary, he was no mood to spend the evening waffling.
The other two men had eaten in the staff canteen; Jem, looking forward to rather grander food at his hotel later that replenished himself with coffee and pastries.  Jack, who was not expecting Jo to have arranged a hearty meal to welcome him home opted for something more substantial, but was hard pushed to eat it fast enough to satisfy Jem, who was clearly in a hurry to get on with his pre-meeting chat.
Ruefully thinking that he could soon add indigestion to his list of problems, Jack followed Jem back to the office, where he watched without protest as Jem instinctively seated himself behind the desk, leaving his younger relative to draw up one of the visitors chairs.  He had scarcely done so before Jem began to speak, “The reason I wished to speak to you alone, Jack, is this antagonism between you and Phil.  You can hardly operate as a team if you don’t, or won’t, speak to one another, and I’m not prepared to see this branch being put into jeopardy because the two leading figures are involved in a feud.  Under normal circumstances I wouldn’t stand for it at all, but since it’s obviously Courvosier’s unfortunate demise which is behind all this, and it’s only a little over a day since we heard the news I’m prepared to give you both a chance.  Do you think you can patch things up?”
“I think that is something you need to ask Phil, rather than me.  As you say, he is obviously blaming me for what happened, with some justification I suppose.”
“I suggest that that is a matter between you and your conscience, but whatever did happen earlier, it was his decision to walk along that path, and to try to jump that gap.”
“But perhaps I drove him to it, maybe he felt he had something to prove, or perhaps he wasn’t even trying to get to those Americans.”  Jack finally voiced the thought that had been at the back of his mind, and uppermost in Phil’s thoughts, since they had heard of Eugen’s fate.
“Nonsense. Courvosier wasn’t that sort of man,” Jem blatently disregarded the fact that he had no real idea what sort of man Eugen had been, “There’s no point in thinking along those lines.”
Jack was not convinced, but neither was he ready to face up to the full implications of his own words, so he accepted the escape route which Jem had offered him, “What I may think is neither here nor there, the problem is that that is what Phil thinks, so as I suggested earlier, you had better talk to him about it.”
“I shall.  The San is bigger than any one doctor, and I’m not going to sit back and see it being dragged down by personal disagreements.  If Phil doesn’t agree to compromise his attitude, at least while he is working, I shall have to transfer him back to England.  You know, it might be beneficial for him anyway, in the long term.  Give him chance to broaden his horizons a bit, he’s spent nearly all his career here so far hasn’t he?  Do you have anyone who could fill his place?”

*Biting my lips, waiting for more*

Thanks again Esmeralda!

*Sends lipsalve to Carolyn.*

*Waiting patiently to discover where Joey went*

He never found out what was said inside the office, for neither of the two ever told, but when he arrived back after his allotted ten minutes there was no more talk of Phil being transferred to Wales.
“What do you think of Shephard?” Jem asked Phil as soon as Jack had retaken his seat. 
“In what way?  He’s sound enough, hard working, maybe not brilliant, but not an idiot either.  The patients seem to like him, and the rest of the staff get along with him all right, most of them anyway.”  Phil could not help but wonder where this discussion was going to lead.  He was soon to find out.
“Do you think he is management material?” Jem asked.
“Yes, I suppose so,” Phil replied tentatively, none too sure of what answer was required.
“Good. That’s settled then, effective from tomorrow morning, Shephard is part of the management team of this Sanatorium, provided he accepts of course, and I see no reason why he shouldn’t.  That should take the pressure off you two a bit.  Now as you know, Phil, Con’s fiance is joining us in a few months time, I hope to be able to persuade him to take up his position early, but that may not be feasible, we’ll just have to hope that it is.”
Phil was careful to keep his reply neutral, he had never fully approved of Jack Maynard offering positions to his relatives and proteges, but given his own family ties, Jem Russell was not the best person to express that opinion to, nor, since Phil’s own sister held the position of Matron, was he well placed to raise the issue.

Love the insight into the internal politics at the san. For all its supposed importance we don't actually see a lot of the san in the books do we?

“In addition,” Jem continued, “I’m sure you recognise that you need another two or three doctors, that being so, we will be placing an advertisment in the next issue of the Medical Journal.”
“May I suggest something?”  So far Phil could see little reason for his presence at the meeting being requested, since Jem, or Jem and Jack together, had already decided what was going to be done, but since he had torn himself away from his home he determined to make his presence felt, “I think we should advertise in the European papers too.  A growing number of our patients come from the local area, or elsewhere on the Continent, and it might be beneficial to them if they had the opportunity of consulting with one of their own countrymen.  Also, the day’s when this establishment catered solely for TB patients are gone, we have already had to open a casualty unit, and I feel that we should seek to appoint someone with more general experience and skills.”
“As I already told Jack, it is entirely up to you who you appoint.  By all means advertise in the Europeans too, but obviously the positions must go to the most suitable and capable applicants, regardless of where they come from.  I take it you agree with that Jack.”
“Certainly, it’s a valid point.”
“That’s settled then, just one more thing, then we can all go home.  I’ve decided to send David over here for a year.”
“Eh?”
“What?”
Jem sat back, satisfied with the reception he received, but he did not leave the other two wondering for too long.  “There’s no need for either of you to look alarmed, I’m not sending him in to take over your jobs, quite the opposite in fact.  I rather think he has been taking too much for granted recently.  Obviously he will be taking over as head of this establishment in the future, but before then he needs a good grounding in the work.  He’s still young, about the same age as your junior doctors, I think, and I expect you to treat him in accordance with his age and experience.  If he shows any signs of wanting to be more important than that, then you must make it clear that he will have to work for promotion, along with everyone else.  Don’t give him any special privileges.  Right, that concludes this meeting, good night gentlemen.  If you have any thing further to say, come ans see me tomorrow, oh. And one more thing, you are having this weekend off, Jack.  I’ll still be here to cover, and Phil will be on call to help if necessary.”
Phil opened his mouth to protest, then quickly closed it again, something which did not go un-noticed by Jem.  Nor could he fail to notice Jack’s comments about not especially wanting the forthcoming weekend off work, but he could and did ignore him.
Phil hung back until Jem was out of earshot, then he turned to speak to Jack, who was busy rearranging the chairs, “We may be able to have a working relationship, Maynard, but don’t expect anything more.  Everyone knows who was responsible for Eugen’s death, and I for one will never forgive you.”
He left Jack to reflect that it scarcely mattered how he treated David, while his future boss was working under him, if Phil’s attitude was typical of his colleagues, his own position would soon be untenable anyway.

Rant: Jem is SO out of touch with the times and SO arrogant ..... and SO typical of his type. 'Obviously he (David) will take over'.  David might be a prat, incompetent - not even want the job!  Don't they have a board who have to approve appointments?  This just confirms my opinion of Jem.

(and I'd still like to hear some more  ;)

More story please!  :-* 

I agree.  Brainwashed by her upbringing, I suppose.

That was the tragedy though wasn't it? She was no longer a strong woman once she got married.

Must say when Jem first appeared on the scene in this story my opinion of him was high - he did all the right things, dealing with Jack, Con, Hilda and Matey. But he seems to have reverted to type now! Esmeralda - couldn't you arrange a similar accident to the one that got rid of that Policeman?

Thank you so much for all your hard work today!

No, really? I couldn't tell!!! ;)

Hope the hamster isn't too worn out - more hugs for Esmeralda and her hamster.

More story please sweetie, as soon as you can!  ;) 

This bit is about as far as it goes, until I write some more that is. 

The girls of Gypsophilila undressed in a sullen silence, resentful of the early bedtime which had been imposed upon them. Apart from Hilary, who was only to happy that the interminably long day was ending, only Flaurette was unpeturbed by this part of the dormitory’s collective punishment.  She was glad of the extra hour of peace in which to think.
In the general melee of that morning it had gone unnoticed that she alone had not joined in with the general condemnation of Hilary, nor had she taken any active part in the brief, hastily arranged meeting in the splashery when the girls had comprehensively decided to send Hilary to Coventry.
She still felt some discomfort with her own earlier behaviour, when she had stopped talking to her friend out of a sense of loyalty to Jenny, and the more the she thought about it, the more she regretted allowing herself to be carried along by Stella’s passionate appeals, but at least Hilary had had other people to speak to then.  And Jenny had been desperately ill when the girls had last seen her, maybe she really was even dying, and it was due to Cora that she hadn’t sought the help she needed earlier.  If only Hilary had dropped Cora, they would all still be friends, and the events of morning would never have happened.
She gave up on the tussle between her loyalties to her two closest friends, and thought again about the events of the morning, a small frown upon her brow.  She was finding it difficult to reconcile those events with what she knew of her friend.
From the moment she and Hilary had been forced together by that bad tempered prefect, Lucy Peters, they had felt a deep liking for one another, and that liking had grown, on Flaurette’s part at least, the more they saw of each other.  There was no doubt that the first few days, made more difficult by the circumstances, had been easier because of their friendship.  She remembered the shock she had felt that first evening, when it was explained to her what ‘tri-lingual’ really meant, and the shameful way in which she had dealt with that news, Hilary had calmly helped her at that time, and she had helped her later too, when she had been struggling with her German.  Admittedly Hilary’s own knowledge of that language had been sketchy, based on what she had picked up during the time she had spent in the country with her mother, but she had more than willingly passed on the little she knew.  Flaurette was no so sure she would have done the same, if she had been presented with an opportunity to outshine the other new girls she was sure she would have accepted it, gratefully. 
Indeed, she had done just that, the first morning, accepting Jenny’s compliments on her speed and tidyness whilst looking on with amusement at Hilary’s own struggles to get herself ready in time, never mind accomplishing her cubey tasks, even the simplest of which had seemed to be beyond her capabilities,
As Flaurette recalled, Stella had taken charge of her that day, even changing her position on the bath list to do so, and, as she suddenly realised, Stella  hadn’t changed  back again until this day.  If Stella had continued to run around after Hilary that could well explain why the bathroom had been in such a mess.  So far, school had failed to make much impression to Hilary’s attitude to the mundane day to day business of tidyness and neatness, she had been called out lessons to tidy her drawers more than once, more than once on the same day, on one memorable occasion., yet, although she had accepted these strictures with her usual equanimity, she never really seemed to think she had done anything wrong. 
It was hard for Flaurette to believe that any girl of Hilary’s age could be so heedless, yet despite her understanding of other people feelings, she seemed to be almost blind to her surroundings.  Not only would that explain why she had left the bathroom in such a mess, it would go a long way to explaining why she had refused to take any responsibility for the situation.  It made a lot more sense than the alternative, that Hilary was not the generous spirited and straightforward girl that Flaurette had believed her to be.
Having settled that point in her own mind, Flaurette was left wondering what to do about it.  She could not suddenly decide to start speaking to Hilary again, she was not strong willed enough to make herself unpopular by making a stand against the rest of the school, but if she could find a way of helping Hilary, without anyone finding out, she vowed to do so.
As she rolled over in bed and closed her eyes, she thought she had the germ of an idea.

Thanks for the new bit.

Ahh, I'm glad someone's still there for Hilary!  :D

LOL I seem to remember - right back at the beginning of this story - that Hilary thought the same! ;D

Unlike Phil, Jack was in no particular hurry to get home, and Jem had, by his actions, reminded him that he had neglected to spend any time with Con that day, an oversight which he decided to remedy.  It was obvious though, as soon as he walked through the door, that Con had not missed him.  Obviously feeling better, she was sitting up in bed, smiling into the face of the young man who was sitting by her side.
“Hello,” she spared him a quick glance as he walked in, “Andrew’s here, isn’t it wonderful?”
“Wonderful indeed,” Jack fought down a slight pang at the thought that his daughter was growing up fast, that she was quickly heading  towards her own life, one which he would not be a part of, to smile at her indulgently.
“And I feel so much better today, I’m sure I’ll be able to go home tomorrow, Andrew is going to stay until Sunday night, if you let me home tomorrow, we’ll be able to spend the whole three days together.  Maybe we can go to Interlaken, or Berne,”
“Let’s wait until we see how you are tomorrow before you start making plans, young lady.” 
“Hmmm, there’s no need for Mamma to come tonight, Andrew will be staying here with me, of course.”
Jack raised his eyebrows slightly, but deciding spending the night together in a room in a very public sanatorium could hardly give rise to any impropriety, he forbore to say anything. 
He lingered a little longer, exchanging civilities with his future son-in-law, but since it was clear that his presence was not required, he did not overstay his welcome.
It was dark when he arrived home, and the unlit Fruedesheim looked unwelcoming, bleak even.  He walked into the house, turning on the lights as he walked through to the living room.  A small glimmer of light escaping from under the door frame suggested that Joey was in her study, but as he switched on the overhead light even that small shred of evidence of her presence was obliterated.
As he had expected, there was no meal awaiting him, instead, he poured himself a small drink before he went to his own study to catch up on his reading.
He settled down intent on catching up on the latest medical developments, but despite his good intentions, his long tiring day and the previous sleepless night caught up with him, and he fell asleep, his head resting on the desk.
He awoke a couple of hours later, cold and stiff, and decided to go to bed.  Maybe it was seeing Con and Andrew together earlier, or perhaps it was just a need to fend of the feeling of loneliness which had swept over him as he made his way to his single bed, but something drew him to look in upon his youngest girl child. 
Not wanting to disturb her, he forbore to turn on the light, as he quietly slipped into the nursery.  He stood for a few moments, suppressing a yawn while he waited for his eyes to adjust to the lack of light, wondering idly with half his mind what was different.
Suddenly he knew.  He jumped for the light switch, dreading what he might see as he realised that it was the regular sound of his daughter soft breath that had permeated his mind.  For a brief instant, he felt an overwhelming sense of relief when he saw that the bed was empty, then he was overcome by other fears. 
Fighting back a sense of foreboding, he raced back down the stairs, knowing that there was no reason for Joey to have the child with her in the study, but forcing himself to believe that his baby must be there.

But poor Jack! And how rude of Joey!
 

I don't know how you are keeping this all in your head, Esmeralda but the story is aptly named!

*wondering if will sleep tonight, worrying about the latest development*

Getting more and more tense again.

Oh Laura - I don't think it's possible to summarize all the plots in this masterpiece - suggest you trawl the archives - or ask if Esmeralda has it on word so you can read it through. When you get to the point where Esmeralda mentions my Aside - I have that on doc as well if you're interested!

Wonderful stuff, Esmeralda! I can't wait to find out what's happened to Joey!

Sits down and begins to chant ...
 

Yes, she has. 

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