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Meredith : 3rd Night
We watch the seven o’clock news headlines. There’s nothing new about the search for Sukey and me. Kempton goes out taking his briefcase and laptop with him. Five minutes later he’s back.
“Right, time to go.”
He takes hold of Sukey’s hand and pulls her upright. Sukey is startled and cries out, “Ouch, you’re hurting me Mr Man.” She turns and looks at me. “Merry?”
“Let her go, Kempton. I’m coming.”
“Don’t trust you an inch. I’ll hold onto her until you’re in the car. Now move it. Remember — one hint from you and I’ll twist and break her arm.”
“Your own daughter? You wouldn’t.”
“I don’t think we should risk it, do you?”
Sukey is still struggling to free herself.
“Sukey, darling, it’s all right. Go with the nice man. I’m coming, too. He wants to help you into t
