of course, Tony, The Department will still have to approve who I recommend,” she’d said, as he turned and opened the door, walking through intae the corridor tae where Mr Hamilton, the security escort officer wis waiting, withoot saying a word or gieing her a backward glance.
Maybe Senga Jackson hid been right aboot Tony Gucci being misrepresented by the authorities, the night that her, Fanny and Alison hid spent getting drunk thegither in Fanny’s wee cottage. According tae Senga, Tony Gucci wis nae mair violent than anywan else who broke the law. She wid know as she’d known Tony Gucci aw her days and she wis a trained nurse. She’d know whit she wis talking aboot. Fanny gently ran the tips ae her fingers alang her thigh, feeling the soft fabric ae the Bill Blass troosers that hid arrived in the post the day before wae two beautiful Bobbie Brooks silk scarves fur Alison. She hidnae pretended tae Alison that she’d ever heard ae Bill Blass or Bobbie Brooks before Senga hid explained who the likes ae C&A and Etams copied their clothing lines fae. Names like Bobbie Brooks, Halston, Missoni, Chanel and how they wur responsible fur whit everywan in the street wur wearing these days hid been fascinating. Fanny hid never really gied much thought tae where aw the lovely midi-skirts and trooser suits originally came fae, although she wis aware that Mary Quant hid invented the mini skirt. There hid been a wee card in the package. ‘Thank you for allowing me to come to my senses before it was too late. Luv Senga x,’ it hid read. Fanny smiled. Although some ae the evening wae Alison and Senga hid been difficult, no jist fur her, bit fur them aw, Senga hid been hilarious wae her stories aboot whit the so-called Manky Mob, as she referred tae them as, goat up tae as they wur growing up.
“Hardened criminals? Mair like hapless harridans, if ye ask me,” she’d screamed at them, as they’d doubled up wae laughter.
The funny stories hid continued when Fanny hid asked Senga why she called the chap who’d been driving their Transit bus Angelo and Simon. Alison and Fanny hidnae been able tae keep their eyes dry when Senga hid explained that Angelo Dundee wis Muhammad Ali’s boxing trainer, and that Simon’s assertion wis that the screws wur aw too dumb tae suss that wan oot. When he’d arrived at aboot quarter tae three in the morning tae pick Senga up, Senga hid introduced him tae Alison and Fanny as Angelo.
“Is that not the same name as Muhammad Ali’s manager?” Fanny hid asked him, wae a twinkle in her eye.
“Same name, different spelling,” he’d replied, straight-faced, before joining in wae the hilarity, as the three drunken wummin hid fallen aboot the two couches laughing.
Alison hid been right no tae feel threatened by Tony Gucci’s presence in the visiting room and hid put this doon tae Senga Jackson being present. Fanny hid also felt different since she’d met Senga. Although she wisnae a hundred percent convinced about Senga’s decision tae reconnect wae Johnboy Taylor efter some ae the things he’d done tae her, Senga hid come across as being smart, funny, sassy and stunningly beautiful. Fanny felt that she understood the Springburn boys better since that Saturday night. Of course they wur criminals…thugs who’d inflicted violence oan innocent people…bit efter listening tae Senga, baith Alison and Fanny hid definitely hid their doubts as tae the level ae badness that hid been tagged against these particular YOs. It wis difficult tae dispute Senga’s assertions.
“Aye, they’re no angels, bit some ae the things youse hiv raised the night hivnae been ma experience ae them and Ah’ve known them maist ae ma life,” she’d said. “Wid Ah trust Tony Gucci or Snappy Johnston? Well, in some things Ah wid and oan others, probably no. Could they be vicious if wan ae them goat assaulted? Mair than likely…in fact, guaranteed. Wid
Maybe Senga Jackson hid been right aboot Tony Gucci being misrepresented by the authorities, the night that her, Fanny and Alison hid spent getting drunk thegither in Fanny’s wee cottage. According tae Senga, Tony Gucci wis nae mair violent than anywan else who broke the law. She wid know as she’d known Tony Gucci aw her days and she wis a trained nurse. She’d know whit she wis talking aboot. Fanny gently ran the tips ae her fingers alang her thigh, feeling the soft fabric ae the Bill Blass troosers that hid arrived in the post the day before wae two beautiful Bobbie Brooks silk scarves fur Alison. She hidnae pretended tae Alison that she’d ever heard ae Bill Blass or Bobbie Brooks before Senga hid explained who the likes ae C&A and Etams copied their clothing lines fae. Names like Bobbie Brooks, Halston, Missoni, Chanel and how they wur responsible fur whit everywan in the street wur wearing these days hid been fascinating. Fanny hid never really gied much thought tae where aw the lovely midi-skirts and trooser suits originally came fae, although she wis aware that Mary Quant hid invented the mini skirt. There hid been a wee card in the package. ‘Thank you for allowing me to come to my senses before it was too late. Luv Senga x,’ it hid read. Fanny smiled. Although some ae the evening wae Alison and Senga hid been difficult, no jist fur her, bit fur them aw, Senga hid been hilarious wae her stories aboot whit the so-called Manky Mob, as she referred tae them as, goat up tae as they wur growing up.
“Hardened criminals? Mair like hapless harridans, if ye ask me,” she’d screamed at them, as they’d doubled up wae laughter.
The funny stories hid continued when Fanny hid asked Senga why she called the chap who’d been driving their Transit bus Angelo and Simon. Alison and Fanny hidnae been able tae keep their eyes dry when Senga hid explained that Angelo Dundee wis Muhammad Ali’s boxing trainer, and that Simon’s assertion wis that the screws wur aw too dumb tae suss that wan oot. When he’d arrived at aboot quarter tae three in the morning tae pick Senga up, Senga hid introduced him tae Alison and Fanny as Angelo.
“Is that not the same name as Muhammad Ali’s manager?” Fanny hid asked him, wae a twinkle in her eye.
“Same name, different spelling,” he’d replied, straight-faced, before joining in wae the hilarity, as the three drunken wummin hid fallen aboot the two couches laughing.
Alison hid been right no tae feel threatened by Tony Gucci’s presence in the visiting room and hid put this doon tae Senga Jackson being present. Fanny hid also felt different since she’d met Senga. Although she wisnae a hundred percent convinced about Senga’s decision tae reconnect wae Johnboy Taylor efter some ae the things he’d done tae her, Senga hid come across as being smart, funny, sassy and stunningly beautiful. Fanny felt that she understood the Springburn boys better since that Saturday night. Of course they wur criminals…thugs who’d inflicted violence oan innocent people…bit efter listening tae Senga, baith Alison and Fanny hid definitely hid their doubts as tae the level ae badness that hid been tagged against these particular YOs. It wis difficult tae dispute Senga’s assertions.
“Aye, they’re no angels, bit some ae the things youse hiv raised the night hivnae been ma experience ae them and Ah’ve known them maist ae ma life,” she’d said. “Wid Ah trust Tony Gucci or Snappy Johnston? Well, in some things Ah wid and oan others, probably no. Could they be vicious if wan ae them goat assaulted? Mair than likely…in fact, guaranteed. Wid
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