Michael Malone - Weebly

"Rich! Rich Rage!"
"Mr. Rage?" Ransom assumed that Priss had told
Kate, then, of Beanie's extraordinary good-bye letter.
"Well, yes, I'm sure there's been some mistake, but of
course it is embarrassing. And dreadful.
But Beanie, Mrs. Abernathy, will come to her
senses, and I don't think you need to—"
Kate wasn't listening to him. "He came here to be
with me. I'm the one that brought him here!"
"Yes, I understand that you must feel a little—"
His daughter flung his hands away. "Oh, Daddy,
you don't know anything about it! For crap's sake."
"Now, no need. No, I suppose I don't. It doesn't
matter.
Shouldn't let things upset you like this. Hold on
now."
"Thank God that's over," sighed Priss Ransom,
dramatically dropping into an armchair. On the settee
with Arthur, Emerald was studying her smart beige
pumps. "Arthur, perhaps you ought to call Mr. Haig
about your mother. Don't you think, darling? Emerald?"
Emerald shrugged her Indian shawl off her