Jimmy Singh got there first, and Mr Babalola let go of me to join in pulling Mr Lawal off Florence and hold him while she went on shouting and trying to hit him with a scrubbing brush. It got Jimmy Singh on the back and he had to duck his neck down under the blows, ‘You are the worst man and the worst father! Good-for-nothing you!’ My dad moved in to calm it down, and I saw Marie duck down and go back up the passageway to Tunde. ‘Otito! Please, that’s enough!’ my dad said. He looked up as the bedroom window opened some more and Manus and Connor both leaned out, ‘Go inside! All of you! Close the window!’ They banged it shut upstairs and I went in the back door, peering back round to see Mr Babalola bundling Florence back into the bathroom and holding the handle shut as she kicked and pulled it from inside. Mr Lawal looked like he was in tears pleading with my dad as Jimmy Singh was holding on to his arm and rubbing and patting him on the back. My dad took off his glasses and rubbed his eyes and was shaking his head. I heard the sound of tapping and Marie’s voice down the passageway saying, ‘Sunday, Sunday ...’