At this point Moira made a noise like a seal.
The ensuing silence was broken a moment later by a hearty scream, followed instantly by a clatter and a bone-shaking thud.
Mrs. Greer was sitting on the floor, legs sprawled, hat over her eye. She appeared to be attempting to perform some sort of excessively pagan dance.
t was Leo," Moira incoherently told Len at home. "You know she's English—she said of course a cup of tea wouldn't hurt me, and she insisted I go ahead and drink it while it was hot, and I couldn't—"
"No, no—wait," said Len in a controlled fury. "What—"
"So I drank some. And Leo kicked up and made me burp the burp I was saving. And—"
"Oh, Lord!"
"—then he kicked the teacup out of my hand into her lap, and I wish I was dead!"