04-06-2022, 06:35 PM
(This post was last modified: 04-06-2022, 06:37 PM by Ruth Longbottom.)
"Jesus Christ."
Lucy started crying at the harsh tone with which her mother cursed.
Ruth stopped walking. This man was annoying. She needed a drink. Little Sam clung to her skirt and tried to hide himself from the constable.
"Don't flatter yourself," his mother nearly spat at the constable. "I don't need to tell ye owt. I 'aven't committed a crime. I'll tell ye what: Go arrest t' Wards instead. They're doin' criminal stuff all the time, and Crane's always turnin' a blind eye. Ton to catch up there. Ben Ward's beaten me brother and you lot still 'aven't done a thing about it. There. I gave ye a real crime. Run along."
Lucy started crying at the harsh tone with which her mother cursed.
Ruth stopped walking. This man was annoying. She needed a drink. Little Sam clung to her skirt and tried to hide himself from the constable.
"Don't flatter yourself," his mother nearly spat at the constable. "I don't need to tell ye owt. I 'aven't committed a crime. I'll tell ye what: Go arrest t' Wards instead. They're doin' criminal stuff all the time, and Crane's always turnin' a blind eye. Ton to catch up there. Ben Ward's beaten me brother and you lot still 'aven't done a thing about it. There. I gave ye a real crime. Run along."
