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"I think I have all the story - all the parts now," Kitty said to Phyliss slightly nervously, "Oddly I don't think they'll kill me for telling it. It's as if they've all gone so far, that even the torturers are sickened."
Phyliss looked up, "Don't be too sure," she said, her voice down to a whisper. "I heard yesterday that they hadn't given up. Even with you mentioning the stalking to someone. Won't stop them. Remember they plan things out, practise carefully their parts. So that it sounds off the cuff and natural. Before long they'd turn it all around, and then they're either the hero or the helpless victim of your nastiness."

"Yes, I've decided if I see any sign of them, I'm going elsewhere. I did today. Had a walk instead of a swim." Kitty said with a slight sigh. "Have you heard anymore than I have?"
Phyliss straightened up from drawing her newest design sketches. "I think there's more than one faction involved over time. And the latest lot are really messing things up for the earlier ones."

Kitty nodded, "I think it all started many years ago with a careless word on a cruise ship, while I lived in Leicestershire. For me... anyway.
"I didn't know that bit," Phyliss said, "Tell me more."

"There was a family in the village in Leicestershire who originally came from down here. They may have owned the -arlow estates. Then the estates moved on to another man of the same name, and his wife, who was related to a friend of mine with a son working on a cruise ship. I knew the other man and his wife too. He was always threatening to leave me the estates, as I was the only person mad enough to live down here. He was mad, totally insane in some ways. He had a thing about mooning me whenever he met me in clubs. Even his wife would laugh. We were all just having fun!"

"Did you ever inherit?"

"No! Nor did I expect too! He had a wife and children, and they had lots of family."
"So where does the young man on the cruise ship come in?"
"He died. He was frightened to death. I was very fond of him. I had seen him grow up."
"Frightened to death? Is it possible?"
"Well there was another case in that place. Only it was unprovable. I think after all this it's only too possible. I think it was because of what he heard on the cruise ship.... that his life ended."

"Was he a nice lad?"
"His Mother has never recovered from the shock. If she knew all this, she'd be the best one to sort it all out. Yes he was, he was a martial arts expert. He stood up for my son a time or two, when they were both at school."
"I thought you believed that the story started earlier than that in Sc....gh?"
"It began before that, even, only perhaps the reasons for it getting so much darker, began in the cruise ship... I don't know, I'm going to have to think more about this."
"So we now have cruise ship people?"
"Yes and wrestlers, and the village cartelle, and people from parts of my life... Even some discussion re my morals, and my marriages. The discrediting goes on unabated. I think i went out with some of them years ago, over 25 years ago..."
"How many marriages?"
"Two."
"Didn't know you had it in you..."
"Nor did I really. Both went bad!"
"Have a coffee. I gave up men for similiar reasons."
"Thank you. I haven't got into immorality yet..."
"There's still time..." Phyliss laughed. "Your expression!"
"I think I'll stick with what I've got... Do you know I met this woman who went on about all that stuff about Sir J. S today?"
"What did you say?"
"That I used to live with him when I was a little girl for a little while and he was not like that... It's awful. I wish he was here."
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I got off the bus in the city, it wasn't a bad day to shop around in. Not hot, not totally cold. Good walking about weather. Tinges of winter inherient in the wind. A homeless man sat in a doorway, attracted my attention, he looked ill, sunk in a cup of coffee. I passed him again about 2 hours later after my appointment. I asked him if he was okay.
He treated that as facestious and replied angrily, "Do I look if I'm okay," He was right to be mad at me. I could see how ill he was. "Can you get me a cup of coffee?" he asked outright.
"Wait a bit," I said and walked off around the corner to get him one. I felt anxious about him. I returned with the coffee a few minutes later to an empty doorway, the man had gone. I looked around for a few miinutes, and then put down the cup, and a packet of biscuits, which I thought might give him some instant energy. I hoped he was alright.

A whisper rang around the street behind me, "Those two men came back," it said, "The heavies."
The heavies were too men, cauciasian men, large built, angry faces. bald, or shaven, they'd come out of the blue, in the near to town, where I talked to someone selling magazines in the street. They, because I saw them and was watching what they said, moved away fast that time. I hoped it wasn't true. A scam perhaps.
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Two men passed by, "Thinks she's royal does she, they reckon on the radio that she's related to some big wrestling family. Isn't that good enough?"
His mate said disgustedly, "Thinks she's too good to be that."
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A young man, slightly dishevelled tried to call me "Kim" as I went into the bus station, as if we knew each other. I looked at him in astonishment.
A women watching me said, "Doesn't she know yet what they're trying to make out on the radio?"
I didn't. Weird world!
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People in the shops were either fraught with suspicion, or had the wrong infomation. I find myself walking out of one in puzzled disgust.
"It's on the phone ap, now," someone woman told another. "One of her son's told them she wouldn't sell his head."
I'm glad that bit been said.
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In a shoeshop, as I was looking for shoes with impact soles, a woman came in, it was old dulcet tones.
"My mother!" she began regally, "My mother has to have hiking boots, the physio says so!"
I had to laugh, she'd said about the same to me.
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I went to Kitty's for a coffee on the way home, "I had an odd day," I told her.
"Me too!", she replied, listening to my faltering description of all the above. "Those people are still at it, saying they're claiming money for looking after me. And they expect to live with me! I demand a dna check! They say I can't be me, because their daughter wants to be me. How weird. Apparently I'm not good enough. Mad stuff!"
"You're not going to give in?"
"Never!" Kitty said firmly, "I will fight them to the very last spark. They aren't ever going to get near my family. I'd put the children aside for any time they married anyone of them. I'd fight them for ever. They're horrible, evil. and they boast about murdering people..."
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"Is the media involved?" I asked her, "I mean theres a black out about all this stuff, and that's not natural."
"God knows," Kitty said, flicking back a long strand of hair. "I sometimes wonder if it's one of the millionaires, the tycoons playing about with people's lives. Especially with money involved."
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