'Now we go upstairs.' She stood up with as much grace as a hunting cat and put out her hand. 'Come, George, and we will get to know each other better.'
Watters had a last look around the room. 'Give me one moment,' he said and stepped toward Mother Flannery.
'George.' Lily grabbed hold of his sleeve and dropped her voice. 'Be careful.'
The two large men stepped forward as Watters approached, but Mother Flannery waved them away with a flick of her fingers. They stepped back; the black man had one hand in his inside pocket while the white pushed something back up his sleeve. Watters twirled his cane and held it ready to thrust, s***h or swing.
'Good evening, Mother Flannery.' Watters ensured he was out of reach of the fists and blackjacks of the two bodyguards. He touched his cane to the
