It was that feeling got me intae trouble in the first place, with her father. They were the same type. Nae moral fibre, nae nothing there. Oh, it’s fine to be able to turn a lovely tune, so it is, to make people dance, but no when it’s your wife’s wages are putting dinner on the table and you’re drinking yourself stupit with your beardy pals, with a baby crying, with a rich American woman winding her fingers in your hair. Oh aye. They just mince about daein whit they fancy, and it’s left to the likes of you and me to feed them. There were the clues that my lassie was goingty turn oot like her daddy but I didnae mind them like I should’ve. She didnae get a job, she wantit to stay on at the school, she would go into the toon on a weekend and spend poor Alec’s and my money on lipsticks, do you know, money she lifted from the savings jar. Lipsticks and records and fancy coffees, the bad bitch. It was boys bought her fancy coffees, probably. I’d like a bitty more tea, this wan’s gone cold. Aye, there we go. I will drink it. I am drinking it.