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Authors: Michael McBride
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getting these letters for?'
'Why are you so bothered?'
'I'm not, it's just shit getting this all dragged up again'
'I think Aid just wants Ingram to know we have nowt to do with this.'
Spiv slowed the car slightly on approaching another roundabout, Bob grabbed the passenger door again, this time with his right hand too.
'Fuckin hell man!'
'I just want to get back. Sorry. Listen, Bob, this just gies me the willies. It makes you think that maybe we dinnae ken everything eh? I mean we were given the full monty when it came to questioning I think, but maybe one of us hasn't been entirely honest. Maybe there is something else.'
Bob sat nodding. Spiv was quiet again. They were both thinking to themselves. Bob’s thoughts were split between speaking to Marie on the subject of his sacking and about who had killed his friend Dev Coulding but mainly about holding on tight to the door handle and praying he would get home in one piece.
4
4.1 Marie and Bob
The fridge was full of fine foodstuffs. Appetizers and snacks adorned the shelves and there were 30 odd cans of lager and cider under the table. ‘What else do we need?’ Marie thought. The party was now only a couple of days away, after all, and she needed to get everything right. Bob was at work, so she took a half day to tidy the place up. The carpets had been laid earlier in the day (her mum had been over to let the fitters in) and now, after sharing some small talk about Auntie Bessy's piles (why her mother had to share such stories was beyond her) over a latte frappe, she was now able to dad on with the housework. Polishing knobs and mantles, washing handles of doors, and frames. It was always in her mind that someone would rub a finger over the frame and wipe a fingerful of dust down with a grimace in her direction. She would be mortified, so she would not let it happen. Now it was time to get the hoovering done, but no sooner had she switched it on than the phone erupted into life. The house phone. Probably an International call centre, with a 'Meesees Smeeth, you haf won a purize.... ' She turned the hoover off and lifted the receiver.
'Hello'
'Hello, is Bob Reilly there?'
'No, no he's not. He's at work.'
The caller stalled 'OK, can you tell me when he'll be back?'
'About 5.30 usually. Can I ask who's calling?'
'It's Murray Johnson from Johnston Willis Steelworks. Bob used to work for us. We just need him to give us a call.'
'Used to... You telling me he's not working with you anymore?'
'I'm sorry Mrs Reilly.'
'It's Smith. Miss Smith. When did he finish up?’
'Just a couple of days ago'.
Marie ended the call. She had more questions, but not for Murray Johnson. Where was Bob and what the hell was going on?
Bob turned the key in the lock and walked in. The carpet looked lovely. All that moaning about the cost for nothing...
'Ahem' a small cough brought him to life.
'Oh hiya'.
'Shouldn't you be somewhere?' It was a knowing question.
'Aye. I need to speak to you...' A cushion was thrown across the room.
'We are meant to be a couple. You are meant to tell me if there is a problem'.
'I know. I know. Sorry. Who told you?'
'No-one yet. Your ex-boss phoned looking for you'
'Are they going to take me back?'
'I don't fuckin know. Didn't sound like it. What did you do to lose your job?'
'I was just being an idiot. I've been looking for something else. Honestly we'll be alright.' He tried to sound convincing, but he didn't feel that convinced himself. Marie sat down on the couch, still fuming.
'We'll be alright'. Repetition would maybe convince her.
Nothing. Bob sat looking at her while she looked into her lap.
'Marie?'
She eventually looked him in the eye. She let out a gentle laugh with a tear in her eye. ‘I don't know how we are still together Bob.'
'Because we love each other?'
'Is it enough for you. This? I mean is it? Because it isn't for me'
Bob looked around him for inspiration.
'But I thought you liked this house. We even got new
'Why are you so bothered?'
'I'm not, it's just shit getting this all dragged up again'
'I think Aid just wants Ingram to know we have nowt to do with this.'
Spiv slowed the car slightly on approaching another roundabout, Bob grabbed the passenger door again, this time with his right hand too.
'Fuckin hell man!'
'I just want to get back. Sorry. Listen, Bob, this just gies me the willies. It makes you think that maybe we dinnae ken everything eh? I mean we were given the full monty when it came to questioning I think, but maybe one of us hasn't been entirely honest. Maybe there is something else.'
Bob sat nodding. Spiv was quiet again. They were both thinking to themselves. Bob’s thoughts were split between speaking to Marie on the subject of his sacking and about who had killed his friend Dev Coulding but mainly about holding on tight to the door handle and praying he would get home in one piece.
4
4.1 Marie and Bob
The fridge was full of fine foodstuffs. Appetizers and snacks adorned the shelves and there were 30 odd cans of lager and cider under the table. ‘What else do we need?’ Marie thought. The party was now only a couple of days away, after all, and she needed to get everything right. Bob was at work, so she took a half day to tidy the place up. The carpets had been laid earlier in the day (her mum had been over to let the fitters in) and now, after sharing some small talk about Auntie Bessy's piles (why her mother had to share such stories was beyond her) over a latte frappe, she was now able to dad on with the housework. Polishing knobs and mantles, washing handles of doors, and frames. It was always in her mind that someone would rub a finger over the frame and wipe a fingerful of dust down with a grimace in her direction. She would be mortified, so she would not let it happen. Now it was time to get the hoovering done, but no sooner had she switched it on than the phone erupted into life. The house phone. Probably an International call centre, with a 'Meesees Smeeth, you haf won a purize.... ' She turned the hoover off and lifted the receiver.
'Hello'
'Hello, is Bob Reilly there?'
'No, no he's not. He's at work.'
The caller stalled 'OK, can you tell me when he'll be back?'
'About 5.30 usually. Can I ask who's calling?'
'It's Murray Johnson from Johnston Willis Steelworks. Bob used to work for us. We just need him to give us a call.'
'Used to... You telling me he's not working with you anymore?'
'I'm sorry Mrs Reilly.'
'It's Smith. Miss Smith. When did he finish up?’
'Just a couple of days ago'.
Marie ended the call. She had more questions, but not for Murray Johnson. Where was Bob and what the hell was going on?
Bob turned the key in the lock and walked in. The carpet looked lovely. All that moaning about the cost for nothing...
'Ahem' a small cough brought him to life.
'Oh hiya'.
'Shouldn't you be somewhere?' It was a knowing question.
'Aye. I need to speak to you...' A cushion was thrown across the room.
'We are meant to be a couple. You are meant to tell me if there is a problem'.
'I know. I know. Sorry. Who told you?'
'No-one yet. Your ex-boss phoned looking for you'
'Are they going to take me back?'
'I don't fuckin know. Didn't sound like it. What did you do to lose your job?'
'I was just being an idiot. I've been looking for something else. Honestly we'll be alright.' He tried to sound convincing, but he didn't feel that convinced himself. Marie sat down on the couch, still fuming.
'We'll be alright'. Repetition would maybe convince her.
Nothing. Bob sat looking at her while she looked into her lap.
'Marie?'
She eventually looked him in the eye. She let out a gentle laugh with a tear in her eye. ‘I don't know how we are still together Bob.'
'Because we love each other?'
'Is it enough for you. This? I mean is it? Because it isn't for me'
Bob looked around him for inspiration.
'But I thought you liked this house. We even got new
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