Most girls had a tendency to be just a bit horrified by Delia in a temper. Mary, on the other hand, grinned. If you knew someone since before you could talk, it didn't matter what got said really. They were sisters in everything and even if they hadn't seen each other for a bit, it never seemed to matter.
"Oh, Del darlin', shut it. You're always great company and you know it." It looked to Mary like Delia needed a good long soak in the anger and then a full rinse of alcohol, and a night to run amok. It was her duty as a friend to make sure that whatever had upset Delia was going to be made better, and Mary took that duty dead seriously. Whatever else was goin' on could stuff itself. "Now what's it about a ginger tart? You gotta start at the beginning, and let me get caught up." She waved over noe of the barmaids and asked for a nip of gin. "If we're going to have to dump bodies, I want to know why," she said with a conspiratorial smile.