– No, they don’t. They come to forget that they are cardigan wearers. They think that we are just queers and cocksuckers whilst they are geniuses and thinkers and never the twain shall fuck. The twain don’t fuck. We don’t, do we? Greig? Why are you looking at me like that?

– What about all the queer ones?

– Those ones are good, they are ours but you are all over Chris or Hugh or fucking whatever he wants to call himself lately, and he has no time for you! It’s embarrassing. You know that.

– Are you jealous?

– No! I could handle any of them being here if they sucked dick half as good as I do – or in fact at all – but they don’t. This isn’t a zoo. I am not fucking interested in voyeuristic day trippers.

– You are jealous!

– Dinnae flatter yerself, Greig.

– You think of me, don’t you Flora, when you…

– No.

– Liar. Every single time I still see your face…

– Every time you cum you see a different face, Greig, that was always the problem.

– I’m sure you’re not doing sexual sobriety, Flora.

– Of course not, why should I?

– My beautiful girl, come here.

– I’m not yours, Greig Heatherly, and don’t you forget it.

– You’ve always been mine.

He leans back, crosses his legs at the ankles.

– Oh fuck off, and the Scottish Literary Renaissance – can suck my balls. You are all over them like an upright citizen! Middle-class people drive me crazy. You’re all so fucking two-faced. It’s fake. It fucking is!

– Come on, Flora, you know where this kind of fury leads us…

– I’m not going to bed with you.

Realising the whole time they have been talking they have moved further in toward each other.

Their love is a carousel.

Endless circles.

It has been this way now since forever. Who can change it? Unlike him she can do solitude though. Always could. Flora was brought up in a small flat with many people. She knows about the anonymity of a beating heart. He has never been alone properly in his entire bloody life and he is totally incapable of doing so.

– Where were you?

– Flora, don’t do this again.

– When I had to tell my officer – where were you?

– Baby, please.

– They examined me with ten men in the room!!

– I know.

– They put me in the nuthouse because my body scared them!

– I hate them for what they did to you.

He has tears in his eyes.

– Where were you?

– Here.