rust-red, brown-staining the wood in streaks below them. Fin was certain that even if a key existed for the lock it would not turn in it. No one locked their doors on the island, and anyway, who would steal from a man with nothing?
Fin placed the flat of his hand on the door and pushed it into the gloom. It creaked loudly in the silence within, and as he stepped inside, the thickness of the walls immediately diminished the howling of the wind on the hill outside.
‘Who the fuck are you?’ The voice came from beyond the veiled sunlight that slanted in from the west through one of the tiny windows at the back of the house. It was shrill and demanding, but with a hint of alarm in it. Fin stepped to one side so that he had a view deeper into the house, and saw Anna Bheag, perched on the edge of an armchair by the ashes of a dead fire. Her hands were pressed flat on each arm, and she was tensed, ready to move in an instant, like a cat. But an ill-fed cat, skinny and mean, with eyes blazing resentment. The pink side of her head caught the light from the window and glowed in the gloom like neon.
‘Fin Macleod. I’m a friend of your father’s.’
‘My father doesn’t have friends.’ She spat the words back at him.
‘He used to.’
She was still on her guard and tipped her head to one side, squinting at him through the dust that hung in motes in the still light from the windows. ‘You’re that creepy guy that was watching us from the window at Suaineabhal day before yesterday.’
Fin smiled. ‘I’m that guy, yes. But it’s the first time anyone’s called me creepy.’
‘What were you looking at, then?’
‘You.’
She seemed surprised by his directness. ‘Why?’
‘I wanted to see what the daughter of my old friend looked like.’
‘I told you, the fucker doesn’t have any friends.’
Fin took a couple of cautious steps further into the house and saw her tense. ‘I was at school with him.’
‘I never heard him talk about you.’
‘I’ve been away from the island for a long time.’
‘Why would you come back to a shit-hole like this?’
Fin shrugged and wondered why himself. ‘Because it’s home. And because I have a son here I didn’t know I had for nearly eighteen years.’
For the first time he saw curiosity in her eyes. ‘Here in Uig?’
‘No, in Ness. He’s just left for university.’
‘He must have been at the Nicolson, then. Maybe I know him.’
‘Maybe you do. Fionnlagh Macinnes.’
And now she relaxed a little. ‘You’re Fionnlagh’s dad?’
Fin nodded.
‘All the girls had a crush on Fionnlagh.’
And Fin remembered Marsaili saying the same thing about him. ‘You, too?’
The appearance of something like a smile brought a little light to her face and she offered a noncommittal, ‘Maybe.’ Then it clouded again. ‘You said your name was Macleod.’
‘It’s a long story, Anna. He and I thought he was someone else’s boy for most of his life.’
‘So where were you all these years?’
‘On the mainland. Glasgow, then Edinburgh.’
‘Married?’
He nodded.
‘So what did your wife think when she found out you’d had a kid by someone else?’
‘She didn’t come with me.’
‘Why not?’
He had dealt patiently with her relentless questions, but now she was delving into a dark corner of his life where his soul was still exposed and raw. He hesitated.
‘You left her?’
Fin pulled up a chair at the table. The sound of its legs scraping across the wooden boards felt inordinately loud. He sat down. ‘Not that simple.’
‘Well either you left her or she left you.’
Fin gazed at his hands in front of him. Is that how it had been? He didn’t think so. A loveless marriage of sixteen years had simply dissolved when the only thing which had held it together was taken away. He shook his head slowly. ‘We had a son. Robbie. He was barely eight years old.’ He couldn’t bring himself to raise his eyes to meet hers, but detected the change in her
Fin placed the flat of his hand on the door and pushed it into the gloom. It creaked loudly in the silence within, and as he stepped inside, the thickness of the walls immediately diminished the howling of the wind on the hill outside.
‘Who the fuck are you?’ The voice came from beyond the veiled sunlight that slanted in from the west through one of the tiny windows at the back of the house. It was shrill and demanding, but with a hint of alarm in it. Fin stepped to one side so that he had a view deeper into the house, and saw Anna Bheag, perched on the edge of an armchair by the ashes of a dead fire. Her hands were pressed flat on each arm, and she was tensed, ready to move in an instant, like a cat. But an ill-fed cat, skinny and mean, with eyes blazing resentment. The pink side of her head caught the light from the window and glowed in the gloom like neon.
‘Fin Macleod. I’m a friend of your father’s.’
‘My father doesn’t have friends.’ She spat the words back at him.
‘He used to.’
She was still on her guard and tipped her head to one side, squinting at him through the dust that hung in motes in the still light from the windows. ‘You’re that creepy guy that was watching us from the window at Suaineabhal day before yesterday.’
Fin smiled. ‘I’m that guy, yes. But it’s the first time anyone’s called me creepy.’
‘What were you looking at, then?’
‘You.’
She seemed surprised by his directness. ‘Why?’
‘I wanted to see what the daughter of my old friend looked like.’
‘I told you, the fucker doesn’t have any friends.’
Fin took a couple of cautious steps further into the house and saw her tense. ‘I was at school with him.’
‘I never heard him talk about you.’
‘I’ve been away from the island for a long time.’
‘Why would you come back to a shit-hole like this?’
Fin shrugged and wondered why himself. ‘Because it’s home. And because I have a son here I didn’t know I had for nearly eighteen years.’
For the first time he saw curiosity in her eyes. ‘Here in Uig?’
‘No, in Ness. He’s just left for university.’
‘He must have been at the Nicolson, then. Maybe I know him.’
‘Maybe you do. Fionnlagh Macinnes.’
And now she relaxed a little. ‘You’re Fionnlagh’s dad?’
Fin nodded.
‘All the girls had a crush on Fionnlagh.’
And Fin remembered Marsaili saying the same thing about him. ‘You, too?’
The appearance of something like a smile brought a little light to her face and she offered a noncommittal, ‘Maybe.’ Then it clouded again. ‘You said your name was Macleod.’
‘It’s a long story, Anna. He and I thought he was someone else’s boy for most of his life.’
‘So where were you all these years?’
‘On the mainland. Glasgow, then Edinburgh.’
‘Married?’
He nodded.
‘So what did your wife think when she found out you’d had a kid by someone else?’
‘She didn’t come with me.’
‘Why not?’
He had dealt patiently with her relentless questions, but now she was delving into a dark corner of his life where his soul was still exposed and raw. He hesitated.
‘You left her?’
Fin pulled up a chair at the table. The sound of its legs scraping across the wooden boards felt inordinately loud. He sat down. ‘Not that simple.’
‘Well either you left her or she left you.’
Fin gazed at his hands in front of him. Is that how it had been? He didn’t think so. A loveless marriage of sixteen years had simply dissolved when the only thing which had held it together was taken away. He shook his head slowly. ‘We had a son. Robbie. He was barely eight years old.’ He couldn’t bring himself to raise his eyes to meet hers, but detected the change in her
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