Harry saw his sister's pleading look, but he was too angry now to step down. "Harry Fisher. Not Roper." He growled, then looked to Mary again. "You can go, Mary." He told her, "Mother and I have some catching up to do." He added, gaze moving back to the older woman, "Don't we, mother? Why don't we go and sit down?" He said, each word sharp and short, much like his temper. Bloody woman, bloody Anna. What was she doing back here? How had she found him? Her latest husband must have kicked her out, found her with someone else and that was it- she was homeless and now was back here to make her children's lives even harder as a break from destroying marriages. That was the only explaination.