Leggings stoke on trent

"Over the years." said Kitty reflectively, "I've lived in some odd places and met some strange people.  Comes from being poor...  I suppose."
I always was suprised that  someone with so much talent hadn't made more of it earlier.  Only I couldn't say that.  It was too cruel.

After a short silence she went on thoughtfully, "I was in Stoke on Trent for a while, in the Meir, which is supposed to be the worst bit, only if you live on the right  side, it isn't.  If you live on the  other side where some of psychics lived, only some, because most of them lived in the old forces camp further over, where my daughter lived for a bit.  Weird, fierce people some of them.  You really get to see life then."

"How bad was it, were you set on there?"
"A little.  I had this neighbour, I lived on the worst side, for a few months.  Then I moved.  She had children who swarmed over the roofs.  She was as pleasant to speak to as the morning sunshine.  And yet..."
"And yet?"
"Well she taught her children to be cruel too.  A day or so before we left the area to come and live here in Norfolk, she was in the supermarket  with her Mum and her little daughter - weeks between mine and hers.  She got the child to attack my daughter.  To teach her to be afraid.  I moved in quick.  Her Grandma took her off.  I liked her Mum, and that was probably a mistake."

"I've always insisted my youngest child grew up unafraid, unlike my younger son, who couldn't stand up for himself due to his speech and language difficulties, she said her son had the same, only I never saw the evidence he just stayed home from school."
"So what happened?"

"Well I moved my son to a catholic school because of the bullying and yes those children were involved.  He did better there. Speech therapy stopped at age 11, after his operation at age 8.  He did even better later on, only he was bullied again and it was his turn to stay home, and I took things up with the authorities so that he could do his exams in a safe place.  He works now.  He's no longer afraid, he taught himself to get past fear."
I'd never heard her say so much, "Go on," I said, "I'd love to hear more."

"After we moved I was told that she'd moved her family to a safe housing place, where they take in families that can't cope.  I wasn't sure why.  My foster sister was about to start work there too.
Another area of Stoke on Trent.  I always wondered what happened to them."
"Did you ever find out?"

"Yes, she became involved with the justice system, well she knew all the difficulties someone with a prison record has to face.  Being intelligent she knew how to get around it.  How to make people fear her so much that they couldn't do anything about it.  She got herself into a position of power and looked into records, and helped others for a price.  It'll work, she'd guarentee them."

"I wouldn't like to meet her.!"

"You may have done already she lives under another name, oddly it's the same as one of my first sister's in law.   Or perhaps went back to her own and it was the very same, and she still manages to sound as sweet as honey...  Honey is too sweet... "
"Do you think this is safe to say to someone?"
"If I make it public I'm safer than if its hidden.  If they kill me or hurt me it only proves what I say.  I'm fed up of fear.  And I'm never giving in."