It's going to be a hell of a responsibility, Miss Macintyre." Could you section her?" No. At present there's no threat of violence to herself or anyon... else." Could you force her to be taken into care?" Again no. That's up to Social Services. I'd certainly recommend it because unless you've got a trusted friend to sit in with her you won't even be able to go shopping unless you lock her in her room and make sure that she has nothing to cause herself, anyone else or the house harm."Moira looked. Joan spoke very little the remainder of the morning, and when John returned from practice, she retired to her bedroom. John asked what was the matter with his sister, and I replied that I didn't think she was feeling well, possibly a female monthly problem. His response to that was that she was really good at getting bitchy at those times.When she came down for dinner, her mood was much better. She laughed and joked with John and asked serious questions about how his conditioning program was. He swung his truck wide, then backed the cattle trailer up to the edge of the pen. Emmitt went to the truck, but Maggie, being shy, stayed back at the barn. She heard them exchanging hellos then start haggling on the price to take the calves to the market.“Goddamn Travis, if I pay you that much I won’t make shit off them calves.”“Have you seen the gas prices, Emmitt? Don’t get all bent outta shape, we’ll work something out,” replied Travis.Maggie walked over and went to the trailer to drop the. Joseph’s office, now this. She could only hope this sort of thing wasn’t going to be a daily occurrence. ‘So, I hardly ever see you leave, Marsha,’ Lacey said, following in the older woman’s footsteps. ‘Do you work from home, or something?’ ‘Yeah,’ Marsha said, itching for an excuse to tell the girl to shut up. At least, she thought she was. For now, at least, she was going to pretend to be at ease. ‘Yeah,’ she said again. ‘I’m an editor at a big publishing house, and I prefer to work on things.