Delia wasn't sure who he was at first. She had never seen Fisher before, or if she had, she had forgotten. But from his face, Mary had hold her a bit of what he looked like, but that had been ages ago, he also seemed to know her, and he was brave enough to march up to her and insult Slater's woman, she quickly came to the conclusion that he had to be Fisher.
His mention of Viv set her jaw on edge, agreeing with him but she would not make comments on the woman to him. She did not want to give him an opening. "You'll have to ask Mary and your little Irish twat. Did he manage to get himself free and back to you even without his clothes? I know I did not tie him down too tightly, but perhaps your sister was feeling spiteful, and after he fucked her so well only hours before." she shook her head. "Tsk, tsk, tsk, I love Mary with all of my heart, but I still cannot see why anyone would think her the good one out of the two of us when she does things like that, and especially when it was her idea."
It was only a pity she did not know she would run into Harry that night, she would have brought her knife.