“Is Lucas Clarke available?” Angie yells to the capped teenage boy.
“Ya, he said no one bothe’ him.” The boy replies. “I don’t think he is up for lady visitors today.”
Angie scowls. “Well, lucky him, cause it looks like he is goin’ to have a lady tonigh’. I have his girl. Get him!”
The boy recoils at Angie’s sharp tone but runs inside. Moments later, large footsteps fall on the floor, and a panicked Lucas peeks out. “Della?” Della runs into his arms and bursts into tears. Lucas glances at Angie for an explanation as he wraps his arms around Della. “What happened?”
“That woman she calls her mum. Poor girl.” Angie rubs Della’s shoulder. “She was their tonigh’ with that tramp Ruth. Her mum gave her a scoldin’. Told ‘er she fake’d her death. The woman look’ at her own daughter l
