The smoke suddenly moved, the tranny crackled, losing station.
'What's the matter tranny? Don't quit on me now for Christ’s sake.' The camera needed focussing, so she leant over towards the window to reduce the light. It was then out of the corner of her eye she caught sight of a young woman walking - nay, wrong word - drifting, past behind her, headed for the tatty greenhouse, silently.
'Jesus! Oi! For crying out loud, you scared the s**t out of me! Who are you anyway? Oi - come back...I'm talking to you,' she cried out, while knocking over a long-stemmed vase that shattered - just as she caught it. But the girl ignored her - only stopping briefly to look at Jessie while whispering - Please help me , before carrying serenely on.
Caught with stained gloves - not realising she'd cut hers
