I was talking to Billy through the railings.
Oh, God, I've been sick with worry all morning.
I knocked on your flat, but you weren't in.
Oh, Maura, and you've been such an angel to me.
It'd kill me if anything happened to you two.
You're lucky.
I hope it doesn't sound forward.
But you're like my family.
Well, get it out of your head.
Tell me everything right now.
I mean it.
May they both rot.
My God.
You are a darling.
You are so thoughtful, a great comfort to me.
And you are a brilliant mum to our Billy.
Listen, don't worry about money.
It comes and goes.
We'll sort all those bills.
Did you get the money in the hall yesterday?
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