doing?’
Mary’s voice penetrated her wall of fury and she could feel hands tugging at her clothes. ‘Get off me!’ she yelled, arms flailing. ‘I’ll kill him!’
‘That’s enough, Ruth. For God’s sake, what’s come over you?’ Mary demanded.
Her shoulders heaving, and gasping for breath, Ruth gawked at her sister in disbelief. ‘What’s come over me? It ain’t me , you soppy cow, it’s him !’ she shouted, her fingers stabbing at Harry. ‘The dirty bastard was trying it on with Sally. He should be locked up, the disgusting pig.’
Harry buried his face in his hands. ‘I’m sorry, Ruth. Look, it wasn’t what you thought.’
‘What! Do you think I’m blind? I imagined seeing you with your dick in one hand and the other up my Sally’s skirt, did I?’
‘What was that you said, Ruth?’ Sadie croaked, standing in the doorway.
Sally whimpered like a baby when she heard her gran’s voice. She crawled across the room on all fours to reach her, throwing her arms around one of her legs and clinging on like a limpet. ‘Please, Gran, get me out of here,’ she pleaded.
Sadie threw a look of disgust at Harry before painfully reaching down to her granddaughter. ‘Come on, love,’ she urged. ‘Come upstairs with me.’
‘No, Mum, I’m taking her home, and I’ll call in at the police station on the way.’
‘No, no, don’t get the police,’ Mary begged. ‘Look, I must talk to you. Please, Ruth, come into the kitchen, let me explain.’
‘Explain what! No, there ain’t nothing you can say to make me change my mind. How can you even think of defending him, for God’s sake? Men who interfere with children are the lowest of the low.’
Mary grabbed her arm. ‘Please, just five minutes, that’s all I ask.’
‘I’m taking Sally upstairs, Ruth, she shouldn’t be hearing all this,’ Sadie said.
Distracted, Ruth nodded as her mum left the room with Sally clutching her hand. Then, throwing a look of scorn at Harry, and indicating that Mary should follow her, she marched into the kitchen. ‘Well come on then,’ she snapped. ‘Spit it out.’
Mary closed the door and leaned against it, her hand on the doorknob. ‘Please, Ruth, don’t get the police involved, there’s no need. You see, Harry couldn’t have gone any further.’
‘There’s no way of knowing how far he’d ’ave gone.’ She swallowed rapidly, bile rising in her throat. ‘Bloody hell, Mary, we only came back because you forgot your purse!’
‘No – look, you don’t understand.’
‘What’s there to understand, you soppy cow? I know what I saw and I notice he ain’t rushing to defend himself.’
‘Please, listen to me, Ruth. Harry … well, he couldn’t have gone any further, because … because he’s impotent,’ she blurted out, her face flooding with colour.
Ruth said disgustedly, ‘Don’t give me that. There ain’t nothing wrong with him, not from what I saw. How can you lie for that sick pig?’ Pushing Mary aside she yanked open the door. ‘I’ll never forgive you for this, and I’m still getting him nicked,’ she warned, stomping upstairs and thrusting open her mum’s bedroom door. ‘Come on, Sally, we’re going.’
Sally had never seen her mum so angry and edged closer to her gran as they lay side by side on the bed.
‘Ruth,’ Sadie urged, ‘before you think about going to the police, ’ave you thought about a certain person having to give evidence?’
Was her gran talking about her? Sally worried. Was her mum going to take her to the police station? She burrowed her head into her gran’s side as she listened to their conversation.
‘What do you expect me to do, Mum – let him get away with it?’
‘I don’t know, but I think you should sleep on it before you make any decisions.’
‘Oh, it’s no good, I can’t talk about it now. My head’s splitting and I can’t think straight. Look, I’ll see you next … Oh no, Mum! What are we going to do? I ain’t coming
Mary’s voice penetrated her wall of fury and she could feel hands tugging at her clothes. ‘Get off me!’ she yelled, arms flailing. ‘I’ll kill him!’
‘That’s enough, Ruth. For God’s sake, what’s come over you?’ Mary demanded.
Her shoulders heaving, and gasping for breath, Ruth gawked at her sister in disbelief. ‘What’s come over me? It ain’t me , you soppy cow, it’s him !’ she shouted, her fingers stabbing at Harry. ‘The dirty bastard was trying it on with Sally. He should be locked up, the disgusting pig.’
Harry buried his face in his hands. ‘I’m sorry, Ruth. Look, it wasn’t what you thought.’
‘What! Do you think I’m blind? I imagined seeing you with your dick in one hand and the other up my Sally’s skirt, did I?’
‘What was that you said, Ruth?’ Sadie croaked, standing in the doorway.
Sally whimpered like a baby when she heard her gran’s voice. She crawled across the room on all fours to reach her, throwing her arms around one of her legs and clinging on like a limpet. ‘Please, Gran, get me out of here,’ she pleaded.
Sadie threw a look of disgust at Harry before painfully reaching down to her granddaughter. ‘Come on, love,’ she urged. ‘Come upstairs with me.’
‘No, Mum, I’m taking her home, and I’ll call in at the police station on the way.’
‘No, no, don’t get the police,’ Mary begged. ‘Look, I must talk to you. Please, Ruth, come into the kitchen, let me explain.’
‘Explain what! No, there ain’t nothing you can say to make me change my mind. How can you even think of defending him, for God’s sake? Men who interfere with children are the lowest of the low.’
Mary grabbed her arm. ‘Please, just five minutes, that’s all I ask.’
‘I’m taking Sally upstairs, Ruth, she shouldn’t be hearing all this,’ Sadie said.
Distracted, Ruth nodded as her mum left the room with Sally clutching her hand. Then, throwing a look of scorn at Harry, and indicating that Mary should follow her, she marched into the kitchen. ‘Well come on then,’ she snapped. ‘Spit it out.’
Mary closed the door and leaned against it, her hand on the doorknob. ‘Please, Ruth, don’t get the police involved, there’s no need. You see, Harry couldn’t have gone any further.’
‘There’s no way of knowing how far he’d ’ave gone.’ She swallowed rapidly, bile rising in her throat. ‘Bloody hell, Mary, we only came back because you forgot your purse!’
‘No – look, you don’t understand.’
‘What’s there to understand, you soppy cow? I know what I saw and I notice he ain’t rushing to defend himself.’
‘Please, listen to me, Ruth. Harry … well, he couldn’t have gone any further, because … because he’s impotent,’ she blurted out, her face flooding with colour.
Ruth said disgustedly, ‘Don’t give me that. There ain’t nothing wrong with him, not from what I saw. How can you lie for that sick pig?’ Pushing Mary aside she yanked open the door. ‘I’ll never forgive you for this, and I’m still getting him nicked,’ she warned, stomping upstairs and thrusting open her mum’s bedroom door. ‘Come on, Sally, we’re going.’
Sally had never seen her mum so angry and edged closer to her gran as they lay side by side on the bed.
‘Ruth,’ Sadie urged, ‘before you think about going to the police, ’ave you thought about a certain person having to give evidence?’
Was her gran talking about her? Sally worried. Was her mum going to take her to the police station? She burrowed her head into her gran’s side as she listened to their conversation.
‘What do you expect me to do, Mum – let him get away with it?’
‘I don’t know, but I think you should sleep on it before you make any decisions.’
‘Oh, it’s no good, I can’t talk about it now. My head’s splitting and I can’t think straight. Look, I’ll see you next … Oh no, Mum! What are we going to do? I ain’t coming
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