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It’s very good and it grips you. I couldn’t put it down. I like reading books based in Glasgow.”
S he handed over the book which was called ‘The Unravelling of Thomas Malone’.
“You can borrow it if you’d like. It’s about this sad, creepy , young man whose mind slowly unravels. He kills some people and there’s a female detective trying to solve the cases. I like crime stories and I found this one really good.”
Katy paid for her shopping and thanked Seher for the book.
Before she left the shop the girl said, “I might be able to help you with a telly too. My brother’s just ordered one with a forty-eight inch screen for his bedroom. There’s nothing the matter with the old one so when he phones on Sunday I’ll ask him if I can sell it to you. If he says okay you can have it for fifty pounds. I’ll let you know on Monday.”
Katy was delighted. She left the shop smiling. If all the neighbours were as friendly as this she’d be very happy here.
Dinner with Granny Alison proved to be much more enjoyable than Katy could have hoped for. She was very lively and sprightly for a lady in her eighties.
“I was a policewoman until I retired twenty-five years ago,” she said. “In my day you walked a beat so you had to be fit. You can imagine how tough my job was especially in the nineteen fifties and sixties with the Glasgow gangs.”
“You still seem pretty fit to me,” Katy said.
“That’s because I go to the gym three times a week. Old fogies like me get in for free. I have to have an assessment every six months because they’re worried in case I drop dead, but so far so good. I don’t use any of the heavy equipment but I like to swim and I can use the treadmill. As far as health is concerned if you don’t use it you lose it and I don’t feel ready for the nackers yard just yet.”
Seher was right about the trifle for de ssert, but she didn’t mention the ‘wee dram’ and mug of tea which was served after the meal. During the evening and with Granny’s encouragement, Katy told her neighbour everything that had happened to her. It was a relief to unburden herself and share her story. The two women sat chatting for several hours and Katy was surprised when she looked at the clock above the fireplace and saw it was after midnight.
“I’d better go home and let you g et to your bed,” she said. “I’m sorry I’ve kept you up so late. I do hope I haven’t overstayed my welcome.”
“I always go to bed late. Old people don’t need much sleep and I’ve really enjoyed your company. We’ll have to do this again.”
“I’d love that,” Katy replied, “Only next time, I’ll cook for you.”
When she returned to her home she locked the door and shut the curtains. It felt good to have her own space and she was amazed how quiet the flat was compared to the noise and hustle and bustle of the refuge. For the first time since arriving in Glasgow she was confident she’d get a good night’s sleep.
CHAPTER 11
By the third week in August and eight weeks into their funding John and Patrick had gathered all the statistics and data they required for their research. All that remained was for them to write up their paper. Each of them was clear which sections they were to handle and the plan was for them to collaborate once again in three weeks time to collate their work.
August was hot and sticky and Patrick’s modern house felt oppressive. John craved his own home with its thick, red sandstone walls and high ceilings. He actually missed Glasgow with its grimy streets, grey sky and near constant rain. Even sitting in the garden, if he could have found shade, work was impossible, as the neighbours’ children were still off school for the holidays and they were so noisy he couldn’t concentrate. Patrick and Penny had become ‘an item’ and she seemed to be around all the time. Now that the research work was
S he handed over the book which was called ‘The Unravelling of Thomas Malone’.
“You can borrow it if you’d like. It’s about this sad, creepy , young man whose mind slowly unravels. He kills some people and there’s a female detective trying to solve the cases. I like crime stories and I found this one really good.”
Katy paid for her shopping and thanked Seher for the book.
Before she left the shop the girl said, “I might be able to help you with a telly too. My brother’s just ordered one with a forty-eight inch screen for his bedroom. There’s nothing the matter with the old one so when he phones on Sunday I’ll ask him if I can sell it to you. If he says okay you can have it for fifty pounds. I’ll let you know on Monday.”
Katy was delighted. She left the shop smiling. If all the neighbours were as friendly as this she’d be very happy here.
Dinner with Granny Alison proved to be much more enjoyable than Katy could have hoped for. She was very lively and sprightly for a lady in her eighties.
“I was a policewoman until I retired twenty-five years ago,” she said. “In my day you walked a beat so you had to be fit. You can imagine how tough my job was especially in the nineteen fifties and sixties with the Glasgow gangs.”
“You still seem pretty fit to me,” Katy said.
“That’s because I go to the gym three times a week. Old fogies like me get in for free. I have to have an assessment every six months because they’re worried in case I drop dead, but so far so good. I don’t use any of the heavy equipment but I like to swim and I can use the treadmill. As far as health is concerned if you don’t use it you lose it and I don’t feel ready for the nackers yard just yet.”
Seher was right about the trifle for de ssert, but she didn’t mention the ‘wee dram’ and mug of tea which was served after the meal. During the evening and with Granny’s encouragement, Katy told her neighbour everything that had happened to her. It was a relief to unburden herself and share her story. The two women sat chatting for several hours and Katy was surprised when she looked at the clock above the fireplace and saw it was after midnight.
“I’d better go home and let you g et to your bed,” she said. “I’m sorry I’ve kept you up so late. I do hope I haven’t overstayed my welcome.”
“I always go to bed late. Old people don’t need much sleep and I’ve really enjoyed your company. We’ll have to do this again.”
“I’d love that,” Katy replied, “Only next time, I’ll cook for you.”
When she returned to her home she locked the door and shut the curtains. It felt good to have her own space and she was amazed how quiet the flat was compared to the noise and hustle and bustle of the refuge. For the first time since arriving in Glasgow she was confident she’d get a good night’s sleep.
CHAPTER 11
By the third week in August and eight weeks into their funding John and Patrick had gathered all the statistics and data they required for their research. All that remained was for them to write up their paper. Each of them was clear which sections they were to handle and the plan was for them to collaborate once again in three weeks time to collate their work.
August was hot and sticky and Patrick’s modern house felt oppressive. John craved his own home with its thick, red sandstone walls and high ceilings. He actually missed Glasgow with its grimy streets, grey sky and near constant rain. Even sitting in the garden, if he could have found shade, work was impossible, as the neighbours’ children were still off school for the holidays and they were so noisy he couldn’t concentrate. Patrick and Penny had become ‘an item’ and she seemed to be around all the time. Now that the research work was
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