AMP: Artists' Meeting Place and Resource Collective

For earlier Chapters and an explanation of this dreadful story, see blog: The Cardiff Grandma. WARNING: This novel contains fake Welsh.
In the first part of this chapter, something occurs to Pam Napkins, wretched. Now, witnesses to the aftermath, Sunny Quito and all-star Welsh student Rhoda Crwys.
The Cardiff Grandma Chapter 65, continued

Upon this scene of sorrow and satisfaction happened the fun-loving deity’s golden boy Sunny Quito himself and a young woman the entity did not at first recognise and then did. Oy vey! It made Itself scarce.

Sunny Quito was several paces ahead of Rhoda Crwys and was first to arrive on the tableau:
Pam Napkins lying dead to the world across five big BEDS, obviously not about to regain consciousness before the book ended. ‘There is a god,’ thought Sunny Quito.

‘…there is. And most of fifty percent of those who say there is say it isn’t properly a tunnel system so much as a –’

‘Tunnel complex,’ Sunny thought, ‘That’s what she’s got.’

‘ --network of subterranean canals. Where there are canals, there’s water’ Rhoda concluded without stopping.

She had overtaken the other half of the student body talking the while fairly skipping past the fallen BEDS carefully avoiding the treacherous inverted apostrophes mouthing an apologetic oh dear! and giggling nervously at the inert landlady as she politely sidestepped her prone form. Such is phatic communion.

‘Words fail me.’ Sunny Quito didn’t know what to say.

Rhoda exclaimed, ‘There!’

Sure enough, there, barely visible through what we now know to have been fog, towering somewhat above sea level, rose the brume-shrouded widow’s walk of a delusively majestic mansion.

Christ! They were almost there! If nothing slowed them down, pondered Sunny, they should be there in a matter of days.