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The next day, Sharon popped around again, with fresh ground coffee as a gift.

“Last night was the meeting for the group who are breaking up,” I told her calmly, my fingers gripping the stool’s rounded edge. “The oldies, over 45 are to be in a separate group, and will work with Phyliss, Alice, and me in a Royale scam game. The shops are to have a group – to decide a united strategy, and everyone else is to play along. Apparently a radio group is to form, to help pass the word around and to harangue the hag and her family… The Freemasonic’s suggest we call them lesbians. Apparently the men are in. Quietly of course.”

“Sounds fantastic fun!” she said enthusiastically. “Is she royal or?” She looked very interested. Lesbians were so often hard to find. I’d had to be firm about my sexuality, I’d felt mean. Not that mean though!

“No, however the other side – the victim we are helping,” I said feeling like a pig, “Say they are… What do you think of that?”

“Wonder if it’s a scam… Have they decided who she is yet? Or is it just to get someone in, some real royalty so that they can take a pot shot. Too poor, they must detest her because she keeps on being left stuff that ought to be left to proper people.”

“Do you really think they would?” I yelped terrified, it was getting a bit big.
“Some would.” She replied quietly, “I don’t hate royals myself. For some old loyalties die hard. Or if they don’t know which one she is, are they after the money for the group. It happens. I don’t really like this kind of operation. It gets messy being so big. Take my advice, get into the church instead.”

“What does your church want?”
“Mostly in the church game it’s your soul! If they don’t get it, they keep on playing – relentlessly. They have special keeper families – ‘v.a.m.p.s’ that do most of it. They just take any wills and valuables for the people they keep because they are too unwell to be able to do it themselves. Someone has to help them… selves.” She looked at me, “It would be horrible if they did it to anyone normal, except she isn’t, her and her family aren’t like ours… They also stop her taking a job off us ordinary local people… “

V.A.M.P’ I thought swiftly, I’d met them before, in the psychic tests, not a nice bunch, too psychically charged, odd abilities, and cannonballs too. How had they got into the church. It was the reverse of their inclinations. What had VAMP stood for, - Very annoying mental patient! I had the other designation, I was the opposite, the kind that self-righted no matter what. Sometimes I wanted to let go and scream like a drama queen only…….. I can’t.

Sharon jogged me out of the reverie, “Oy,” she said, “I got a good one yesterday, saw her shopping in BEstgo’s, and one of the sales assistant started on her as she came through the doors. The girl with the big teeth?”
I knew who she meant. The one that did the special agent scam a while back?”

I ended up wondering if the shops had that on screen, she’d taken over by shouting out.. I’m a secret agent, or I come from the ministries, I’m on a mission, here’s my card (library) and they’d moved out of her way… It would make ever such a good training film.

“Yeah! Her mum went in and pretended to be a relative of the biatch, and she’s serving notice on the store, taking ‘em to court.“ Sharon laughed, “They sacked her, it’s so funny, her Mum gone and changed her name by deed-poll! Guess who gets the money if they win in court?”

“That’s just dishonest,” I said indignantly, sinking into a chair, and smoothing down my new metallic leggings, with the studs at the sides, they looked so good under my new lace dress. Leggings were never out, if you have the figure. I had the right jacket somewhere too…

“Don’t be a spoilsport,” said Sharon, “You should meet them first and find out why they hate her so much. Apparently, they were kind enough to foster her once, and she got them labelled the most evil family in Britain... Huge cruelty case, they never paid up though. She used to sit and write all the time. Horrible child. Wanted money for it. Very ungrateful. Lots of fuss about it all. She said they sold it to rich people…”

I sat still trying to work it out. Was she ungrateful? Had they published it? There were always two sides to this sort of thing. I wanted to go back to bed.
“I have to go out in a bit,” I said quietly needing fresh air, a sandwich bar and a bench near the river and him with quietness.

“They say she has to give in and say they are a great family or they will never get their estates back.” Sharon announced grandly getting up.
“Do you think it’s true?” I asked as I saw her out. The trouble with all this was, it all sounded so way out! “Were they royal? I mean how long has all this gone on? ”

“Only minor ones,” said Sharon nervously, “And from school where they bullied her non stop, and after when they changed her exam marks. They said the place for her when this is all over,s the auction house – they keep on talking about the meat market. Makes me feel a bit uncomfortable…”
"So it's real hatred?"

We looked at each other in silence and she walked out of the door.