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guppy_sandhu) wrote2008-10-19 01:23 am
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Guppy and Will step out into the cold night air.
"It's this way." Guppy says. He's shivering, and it's not just the cold.
"It's this way." Guppy says. He's shivering, and it's not just the cold.
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"Will be fine."
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"Will, this is Brian from Security." Guppy says with a nervous smile.
"Don't look so worried, you big girl's blouse." Brian says to Guppy, then nods amiably at Will.
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Will grins and nods at Brian who reminds him of John.
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A very wrinkly little old lady, who appears to have snuck in without a sound, tugs on Will's sleeve.
"Excuse me laddie, is this Life Support?"
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"Oh aye, tis, ma'am, can I get ye a mug o'tea? Me friend Doctor Sandhu found some wonderful scones if ye'd like one too."
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"Funny thing going around here laddie, lot of violence against health workers, I'd keep his profession quiet."
Then, louder.
"I would love a mug of tea, three sugars, don't leave the bag in."
Guppy gives the woman a nervous smile, then an amused smile at Will.
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He says with a smile as he makes her tea,
"Good o'ye to come 'ere, ma'am, know things 'avena been easy."
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Guppy waits until everyone is seated and refreshed, then clears his throat and begins, rather nervously.
"Hi everyone, welcome to Life Support. How about we start by going around the circle, with names. My name is Guppy."
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Guppy then explains what the group is about, just in case anyone didn't read the posters, and invites anyone to begin.
There is a momentary awkward silence, then a woman in her thirties, who gave the name of Jackie, glances up and shyly begins.
"Every night at half ten a tramp lies down on my doorstep and won't go away until half eight the next morning. I've tried calling the police but he just keeps coming back. My children are scared and guests won't come any more."
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Guppy nods, and passes biscuits around.
"Have you tried talking to community support officers? It's a bit less formal than the police and they might be able to wander your way and have words with him on a more regular basis."
"'e's dead manipulative." Jackie says with a sigh. "If you go out and ask him to move he makes you feel so mean because he's got nowhere to go."
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"That's na yer fault though an 'e's na right to play on yer kindness so though 'e's probably frightened too."
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"Is he prepared to go to prison over this?" Guppy asks.
"No, I don' think so."
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Jackie nods, apparently a little comforted.
"I know the number. Thanks."
With her burdens lifted a little, she sits back. A few moments later, the little old lady pipes up.
"I keep losing things."
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"Who do you live with Gladys?" Guppy asks.
"Freddy, Joey and Tommy."
"Are they your sons?"
"No love, cats."
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"Does anyone come and see you regularly?"
"Yes, my grandson Peter pops in a few times a week."
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