Lucy continued to tug on Betty’s skirt, and held tightly to the pocket on her denim pinafore. It was obvious that she wanted to talk to the woman, though for what reason anyone could guess. Daisy spoke up to Betty, “Mam doesn’t let Jack have lemonade; it makes him….kind of crazy.”  She likely meant more crazy  “It might be better if he has milk or water.”<br/><br/>Laura looked to Betty, “I think maybe this time he will, though things are getting harder. I don’t know how much longer he can juggle…well you know…”  the woman forced a smile, it was not just dealing with the trouble with the vagabonds it was the fact Graham had to arrange two lives, like some kind of dark and hairy Superhero.<br/><br/>The Barman nodded to Sam as he had his wife offer Betty a nice cuppa  “I tell you mate you are right, this lot never cause trouble, hence I let ‘em here for parties and the like…what troubles me is the …po…” The man noticed that he had another customer as well as the threat of a raid , so went about his business.  Sam was still aware in the back of his head of the spirits that were around him. For some reason the veil was thin in this area.<br/><br/>Lucy narrowed her eyes at Sam, and then whispered into her pocket all the time she was holding on to Betty’s skirt.<br/>