A Chancer

Och.

No I mean Tammas if I could I would, it’s just my mum and dad — they dont, well, they’re not getting on. Sometimes I wish I was away from here altogether.

Torquay.

Just to get away from them, all of them.

Ah! I dont know Betty at least you’ve got company. Half the time I dont see anybody. The sister and brother-in-law — I dont always like to sit in with them you know? give them a bit of privacy and that.

O aye.

He shrugged.

Betty sighed.

Come on. He put his arm round her shoulders. They started to walk towards the next flight of stairs.

•••

The crash of the plug and chain of the toilet cistern awakened him. It was just on 9.30 am. He got out of bed and pulled on his jeans and his socks, and a tee shirt. Robert was supposed to be on a mid shift, beginning at 2 pm. But he would be starting early, doing some overtime. He was drinking tea at the kitchen table when Tammas entered. Cold yin this morning Robert, eh? He rubbed his hands.

Aye. Tea in the pot by the way. Might still be hot enough.

Cheers. . Tammas felt the sides then poured a cupful, gestured with the pot towards Robert’s cup.

Naw no me, I better be shoving off.

Tammas nodded. He sat down facing him. Overtime?

Aye.

Good. Handy. . Tammas sipped at the tea but it was lukewarm only; he drank it all in a oner and made to rise, but he did not; instead he asked, Eh Robert, I was wondering, any chance of a pound till the giro comes?

What?

A pound, any chance of loaning me a pound; just till I get the giro on Friday morning.

You must be joking.

Tammas looked at him.

The way you’ve been carrying on! Hh! Think I dont know the score or something!

What d’you mean?

You know fine well what I mean. You must think I’m a right bloody monkey.

Aw please yourself then.

Aye you’re bloody right I’ll please myself. Working all sorts of hours to try and save a few quid while you’re out wining and dining! Eh? You must think I’m a bloody idiot!

For Christ sake! Tammas sat back on his chair, folded his arms.

You listen son. . Robert stood up, one hand on the edge of the table and pointing at Tammas with the other. You want to go and ask that sister of yours how much I take to myself out the bloody wages!

What you on about? I’m no interested in your bloody pocket money. All I did was ask you for a loan of a pound, that’s all. If you dont have it then fine, fine — but what you handing me all this stuff for? Jesus Christ!

I’ll Jesus Christ you! Dont you use that kind of language in this house!

Tammas got up off the chair and for a second they stood glowering at each other, then he strode out and ben the room where he sat down on the bed. Not many more minutes and the outside door banged shut. Tammas sat on, staring at the wall.

Around 1 pm he was sitting in the living room with the radio playing, drinking coffee. He had checked through every pocket in his bedroom. He considered trying the pawn with his old suit — the new one had gone back in a couple of days ago. But there was no chance of them taking the old one. The radio was the only true possibility; aside from the watch Margaret had given him as a birthday present some months ago. He rarely wore the thing anyway. Usually it lay on top of his bedroom cupboard. In fact he had no real need of a watch. But the problem was she would notice its disappearance.

The meter bowl contained four 10 pence coins. Tammas had dropped in a couple of quid’s worth less than a week since.

He got up from the settee and peered inside again. Then he withdrew three of them and quickly grabbed his jerkin, put on his shoes, and went straight out. He walked into town to a snooker hall he occasionally played in with Billy. It was situated between a pub and a betting shop, down below street level. Before entering he laid a 20 pence bet up in the bookie’s.

The hall was mobbed. Every table occupied and a queue of more than twenty guys for a game. An attendant watched him come in the swing doors; he walked to the cashier’s desk and had his name added to the list.

It’ll be maybe an hour and a half till you get on, she said to him.

Ach well. . he shrugged. He remained for more than an hour, spectating at different games. As he turned to leave he said to the guy next to him: You got a spare fag at all?

The guy brought out a packet and gave him one.

Ta.

The guy made no response.

Upstairs in the bookmaker’s he strolled to the board with the results. His bet had lost. He stared at the results for some time. Then he walked home and thoroughly searched the house, finding a tiny amount of halfpences inside a vase on top of the living room mantelpiece.

He lay outstretched on the settee then got up and went to the bedroom and setting the alarm for 5 o’clock he got undressed and into bed. But he leaned over to the clock and pressed in the alarm stopper a moment later.

•••

He was standing at the bar with the half pint of beer when in walked Phil, the elderly man who did occasional work in the betting shop down the road. They exchanged nods. He glanced at the half pint and gestured at it to the barman. Pint of the same for the boy there, he said.

Right you are Phil.

Tammas smiled. Cheers. How’s it going?

Ah no bad no bad. Yourself?

Eh, struggling, struggling.

Aye. . I thought I saw steam coming out of your beer!

Tammas waited for the barman to serve the drinks before saying, Results are murder!

Results are always murder. You should know that by now. I heard you were getting a turn these days but?

That was last week! They build it out of all proportion anyway.

Phil nodded. He was drinking whisky and a pony of beer; he called for another whisky, swallowed what had been left of his first one. He said. Aye son you’re best to say nothing. Never tell a soul. Nothing. The best way.

Aye.

Phil drank the second whisky, followed it with the remainder of his beer, set the glasses firmly on the counter beside each other. I’m away, he said, before the crowd shows up.

Thanks for the pint.

Phil frowned and raised his right forefinger to across his lips: Ssshh. Then he reached out to shake hands with Tammas, and left two £1 notes inside his palm. Mind now, he said. Say nothing.

Thanks Phil.

He had moved to a table near the darts’ area when John and Billy arrived. Donnie came at their back, pausing to collect the dominoes and the board from behind the bar. Me and you, he said to Tammas. Eh? Will we take them on?

And sitting down he upturned the box onto the board, the dominoes coming tumbling out. He began shuffling them with both hands spread widely, his elbows sticking up in the air. And he said to John: So it’s Manchester eh!

Aye what’s this we’ve been hearing? asked Billy.

Nothing, I’m just considering it.

Tammas glanced at him: I never heard.

That’s no surprising, replied Billy. We never fucking see you!

Nah, went on John, I’m just fucking fed up with it here. A guy in work was telling me the nightlife’s brilliant down there. And the money as well, it’s supposed to be brilliant too. Big big wages he says.

Great — when you going!

Soon, dont fucking worry.

Look John if Manchester’s as good as all that then how come that cunt in your work isnt down there right fucking now I mean. .? Eh! that’s what I like about these bastards, tell you all sorts of rubbish!

He spent years in Manchester.

Well what did he come fucking back for?

I dont know, a change I think — he’s married.

He’s married! What the fuck’s that got to do with it? Billy laughed.

Aw shut up.

Tammas said, Aye come on, give the boy a break. Let’s play dominoes.

Billy was last to lift his six pieces: He turned to Tammas: That big 20/1 shot winner man did you see it? This afternoon? This wee fellow, comes stoating into the shop the back of 2 o’clock. .

Less speech play! called Donnie.

I’m telling the boy something.

I’m no interested anyway. The last thing I want to hear about’s big fucking 20/1 winners!

Billy grinned.

Aye, said John, come on.

When Billy placed his first domino on the board Donnie jeered: Hey Tammas that’s us won. Look what the daft cunt’s played!

Ah fuck off, replied Billy. Me and my mate’ll win this no danger, no danger — eh John?

Load of shite, said Tammas. Easy money Donnie easy money!

John frowned. Here, nobody says we were playing for money!

Aw Christ. . Donnie laid his dominoes face down on the board, he clutched his forehead. Where am I? Hey Tammas, where are we? I could’ve swore we were sitting in Simpson’s!

All I’m saying is if you’re going to play for money you want to tell people first, no wait till you’re halfway through the bloody game.

Billy grinned. Dont worry John, we’re certainties anyway.

Aye but that’s no the point. I mean I’m no caring one way or the other. I just like to know what’s happening.

Aw John. . Donnie put his hand back onto his forehead again. I’ve had a hard day — eh? going to fucking give us a bit of peace? Eh? Please?

Aye but all I’m saying. .

Shut your fucking mouth!

John looked at him.

Donnie smiled in reply.

When he entered the close he paused to position himself in the middle of the way, then continued, walking in a straight line. Going up the stairs he canoned off the wall and halted, steadied himself.

Margaret came from the living room. You wanting a sandwich?

Aye. Hh. . he smiled at her, carried on down to the bathroom. After urinating he filled the washhand basin and dunked his head in it twice, the second time keeping it submerged for a count of ten seconds.

A slice of square sausage was sizzling in the frying pan, the kettle of water almost boiling. Margaret had put it on for him. He got a slice of bread from the bin, spread the margarine on.

In the front room Robert was on his armchair and Margaret was on the settee. Tammas closed the door, carried his tea and the teaplate to sit down next to her. He had the sandwich in his mouth and he bit a big chunk off before taking it out. Anything good been on? he asked.

Earlier. A play, quite good — wasnt it Bob?

Robert did not respond. He had the newspaper on his lap.

Tammas moved his head a little and grinned, covering his face with his hand.

Margaret said, Did you go to the job centre?

No, I was a bit late.

Late?

Aye, I was a bit late. Hell of a long walk.

You’re a lazy bugger!

Robert grunted something.

Tammas paused before saying: I’ll go the morrow, I’ll be fine the morrow. Aye, different story then, get the giro and that, be able to take a bus.

Okay! Robert had swivelled round on his seat to gaze at him. What is it? If you’ve got something to say say it!

Tammas sniffed. I’ve no got anything to say.

Bloody liar — he tried to tap me for a pound on Tuesday morning Margaret. You were wondering what was up with me, mind? Right? That’s what was up with me. He tried to tap me for a pound and I wasnt having any. That’s it Tammas eh!

No.

Ah ya liar ye! Robert sat back forwards again, the newspaper falling from his lap.

These things dont bother me.

Robert glared round at him but said nothing for a few moments. No, he went on, these things dont worry you — wee things, like money, they dont bother you, Only when you come trying to tap me or your sister.

I wish you’d get your facts straight Robert. I think about once in the past two years or something, that’s the number of times I’ve tried to tap you.

Listen son. .

Margaret interrupted. Why dont the two of you stop it! I wish you would just stop it.

Well, cried Robert, I dont know how many times he’s taken it from you!

That’s rent money, said Tammas.

Rent money!

He always pays it back, said Margaret.

Robert was saying: What d’you mean rent money? It’s our money, it belongs to me and your sister. So never mind what the hell you call it. And as far as I’m concerned when you dont come up with that on a Friday night then it’s a hell of a sight worse than borrowing. And what about that bloody meter bowl? Never a bloody tosser in it once you get through with it. You couldnt care less whether we’ve got enough electricity or no. O naw, nothing like that bothers you. Just wee minor details!

Aye. Tammas leaned to lay the unfinished sandwich on the teaplate, and he looked about for his cigarettes and matches. He saw the packet beneath the corner of the settee and soon was smoking; he exhaled at the ceiling. It’s all coming out the night, he said.

Aye and high time too if you ask me. . Robert shook his head at Margaret: Look at the state of him! He tries to tap me for a pound and then he can still come marching in here half drunk and looking for you to make his bloody supper!

I didnt look for Margaret to make my supper at all.

Ah!

Tammas inhaled deeply and he exhaled before continuing. And if you’re wanting to know about the money, somebody gave me it — no loaned me it, gave me it — and I never asked, never bloody asked, he just gave me it.

O goody, it’s always nice to know people who give you their money. I’ve always thought that myself — eh Margaret? Nice that isnt it! People who go about dishing out their money every time you’re skint. Wish to heaven he’d stick down their names and addresses so we could get paying off the mortage on this bloody house!

Margaret was staring at the television.

After a moment Tammas said: People like him dont give money to anybody Robert; sometimes they dont even speak to people.

Ah. . fine. . Robert was silent. Eventually he nodded. Well Margaret, I think he must be talking about the big timers. Eh son? Is that who you’re talking about? The big timers?

Exactly. Aye — he used to be. Won and done more cash than you’ll ever see anyhow!

Right then that’s enought! cried Margaret.

Naw it’s alright. Robert had raised his hand and he smiled. I want to hear about the people that give away their money.

I’m talking about auld Phil over the road in the betting shop. He doesnt have to work in there you know he just likes to do it, to keep in touch with the game.

O, I see.

Aye, he doesnt need to work.

Mm, just like you. . Robert frowned and he shifted round on his seat to be facing away from him. Away and grow up son.

I might and I might no — have to watch it in case I turn out like you.

Tammas! Margaret was staring at him.

Robert held his hand up to her. It’s alright Margaret. . He glanced at Tammas: I’ve got one thing to say to you: why dont you pack your bags and go. The trouble is you have grown up, you are a big boy. You just dont act like one. And I think it’d be best if you went, and I mean that.

Aye. Dont worry about it. Tammas was getting onto his feet, gathering his cup and plate and the cigarettes and matches. Soon as the time comes I’ll be off, away, dont worry about that. He was at the door and he paused to add, Goodnight folks, pleasant dreams.

Robert shook his head. God, you give me a pain in the neck, so you do.

•••

The cubicle door banged shut behind him. He read what it said on the receipt then stuck it into his pocket along with the £6. A small woman appeared from through the close, she bustled past him, carrying a baby in the crook of an arm, a bundle of LP records under the other.

Outside was cold and foggy. He walked quickly along to Simpson’s where he stood with his pint, near to the gasfire at the wall, reading a morning newspaper. Racing had been abandoned, waterlogged; and there were no dog meetings scheduled for the afternoon. Billy came in shortly before 1 o’clock. He was skint. Tammas bought him a pint of lager. Gulping the first mouthful he backed in as near as possible to the fire, placed the pint on the mantelpiece and rubbed his hands together. Fuck this for a game, he muttered, I’m definitely searching for a job man. This no racing no wages is murder. Freezing too — you’d think it was the middle of fucking winter!

Tammas nodded.

You holding?

A few bob.

Ach! Billy shook his head. What a life. I’m fucking sick of these horses man I’m no kidding ye, honest, fucking terrible. That bastard Donnie as well; couple of weeks and he’ll be lapping up that sun — fucking bastard! Naw, I’m definitely going after a full time job. A nice warm factory or something.

Ha ha.

Naw I’m no kidding ye Tammas you were mad jacking yours.

Shite.

Naw, honest. Hey, something else man, that auld man of mine’s — he was telling me they’re going to be starting people in the copper works after Christmas. I think I’ll apply. Eh? Fancy it? He’ll stick your name down as well.

D’you think there’s any chance like?

I dont know, according to him. Sometimes he rabbits on but. Hey, that place you were in — would they no let you back if you asked nicely?

Would they fuck.

Maybe they’d start me.

Not at all man they were speaking about redundancies the last I heard.

Aye but things fucking change.

Tammas shrugged. Drink up and we’ll go a walk.

A walk!

Aye, up the town, maybe get a game of snooker or something. I’ll stick you in for a game. Eh, see if you can win us a few quid!

No danger. . Billy grinned.

They travelled by bus. The tables were full when they arrived, with a large crowd queuing. At the top end most of the spectators were watching a tournament involving about eight players; each game used three reds and all the colours. Billy and Tammas settled on a ledge, until eventually the winner had been decided. The entry fee was 50 pence and Tammas dropped it into an empty tobacco tin. Somebody placed the tin on top of the shade above the table. When the lights went out the electric meter would be fed by one of the coins from the tin.

Billy got knocked out in the first round of both this and the following tournaments. Tammas dropped in the third 50 pence and told him it was the last. Billy won his way through to the final. There were ten players which meant a kitty of £5, less electricity. The guy he was playing against looked about 30 years of age. After they had tossed for break and one of the losing players was setting the balls Tammas lighted a cigarette and stepped nearer to the man and said quietly: Want to save a pound?

You kidding! Hh. The man shook his head and walked off to the end of the table; he began chalking his cue. He potted the first red and took the blue with it, but he missed the next red and Billy got it, taking a pink and then the last red with a black; then he missed the yellow after having positioned himself quite well on it. He shrugged at Tammas. Tammas looked away.

His opponent potted the yellow, the green, the brown, and he left the blue on the dyke. Billy came to the table and without hesitation slammed the ball very hard, it flashed off three sides into the middle bag opposite, his cue-ball following through to allow him a reasonable shot at the pink into the other middle bag. He potted it smoothly then reached for the tin containing the money.

The defeated player passed Tammas on his way to return the cue to its case. Tammas muttered, On you go!

What was that?

Nothing.

Did you say something there?

Naw, no me.

The man stood watching him. Then Billy came across and he said, Hard lines.

The next tournament was being prepared for. The man glanced at Tammas. Okay, he said, you still wanting a bet?

I wasnt wanting a bet the last time. I was just wanting to save a pound — know what I mean?

Aye, I know what you mean.

Tammas nodded.

Billy was looking from one to the other. What’s up? he asked

Misunderstanding, said the guy. And then to Tammas: You still wanting a bet but?

Suit yourself.

Two quid says I go further than your mate.

You’re on.

My mate’ll hold the money. . He gestured to one of the onlookers.

Tammas shrugged.

When the bet had been struck Billy and the other player joined the rest and soon the tournament was under way. The other player got knocked out in the first round. Tammas collected the £4 from his mate.

Eventually Billy got through to the final and he won again.

•••

From where he stood high in the stand he was in direct line with the finishing post. He looked on at the 1st, 2nd, 3rd and 4th races without laying a bet. During the intervals he drank bottled beer in the bar below, marking the form of each race once it had ended. He had come to back dog 4 in the 5th. Both it and the one out of trap 5 were set to receive 10 metres from the scratch dog. This scratch dog — trap 1 — was a good racer; it had to be fast otherwise it would not have been giving away such big starts. But as far as Tammas was concerned it was a two dog race, traps 4 and 5. If 4 trapped well enough to lead at the first bend then he reckoned he could start walking to head the queue at the bookie’s pay out. But if 5 got out and managed to hold off 4 to the first then he could leave the track immediately, because 4 would have no chance. When 5 dog got its head in front round the first bend very few dogs could ever pass it — but its starting ability was notorious, it usually required a couple of yards before it began to race.

Dog 4 did look good.

And according to the betting market most people at the track had reached the same conclusion, the bookies were laying the dog at 6/4. The scratch dog was next in at 5/2. The dog out of trap 5 stood at 7/1. Tammas was surprised. All it needed was a fast trap and he would not have minded having a couple of quid down on it to stay in front to the line. But it usually trapped really badly.

He edged his way forwards, to the head of the crowd waiting beneath the row of bookmakers; he was gripping the £30 wad in his right trouser pocket.

Nobody seemed interested in the favourite. Each bookie showed 6/4. Occasionally they would glance along the line at each other, then call out the odds. One of them knocked the 1 dog out to 11/4 and quite a few punters rushed in to take it. But the main body still watched and waited, one or two turning to note what the tic-tac men were signalling from their positions at the barrier.

The vet was checking the runners’ girths. The handlers preparing to walk them to the boxes and begin the loading up.

Then a bookie called: I’ll lay 10’s the bottom! 10’s the bottom!

Dog 5 at 10/1. It was a great bet. Tammas shook his head. All it had to do was trap properly and it would lead from there to the line. 10/1 was a great bet. And suddenly some muttering began and one of the bookies had scrubbed the 6/4 away altogether and was glancing about and now marking in 5/4, 5/4 from 6/4. And another bookie was scrubbing out the 6/4. And now the rush was on, the punters crushing forward onto those bookmakers still offering 6/4. Tammas was carried along to one who had wiped out the 6/4 but without marking in anything else and he was frantically accepting the bets of those directly beneath his stool. Then he stopped and shook his head. No more! he cried. The 6/4’s away, it’s away! Tammas flung himself forwards, almost over the shoulders of a wee man standing in front of him, and he thrust the thirty pounds into the bookie’s face. To thirty quid: he shouted.

6/4’s away son, it’s away!

But while he was saying it he had taken the £30 and was dropping it into the satchel and muttering to the clerk: Down to the boy thirty quid, one and a half.

Ta Sid. .

He walked quickly away, trying to reach his place in the stand before the race started. He overheard somebody saying the favourite had further shortened to 4/5.

He arrived just before the off. He rubbed his hands, brought out a cigarette. Around him men of all ages were hunching their shoulders and stamping on the spot, hands in their pockets and cigarettes clamped in their mouths. It was a cold and damp night and a quite heavy mist had arisen; when the stadium lights dimmed and the floodlighting round the track came on the whole area seemed enclosed in it. Yet on the actual track the green of the grass and the muddy brown at the inside rail were distinct.

And the hooter sounding. In the silence that followed the whirr of the mechanical hare was quite loud as it staggered into motion, to go lurching along the outside rail. It gained momentum rapidly till when it rounded the final bend it was hurtling on to the traps, and the bang of them opening, and dog 4 had a flier, a flier. Tammas had cupped his hand to his mouth and was roaring EEeeeesssaaaayyyyy!

•••

He had rung the bell. When the doorman opened he said, How’s it going son?

No bad.

Nothing’s started yet.

Ah well. Tammas followed him along and into the snacks’ room. He ordered a coffee and a roll and sausage, and sat down at one of the empty tables, reading the next morning’s Daily Record. At the far end of the counter, near to the door into the gaming room, the dealer was standing chatting to a couple of folk. And the television was on, its volume quite high, being watched by some of the women.

Getting on for 11 o’clock more men had arrived, some entering the gaming room, others ordering food and drinks at the counter. Then the gaming room door opened and three young guys came out. One of them asked loudly: When does the chemmy start in this place?

The dealer glanced at him. He sniffed and continued listening to what somebody in his group had been saying. But moments later he swallowed what was left in the cup he was holding and strolled to the door into the other room. Many of the men followed but Tammas was amongst those who remained. He was still eating his roll and sausage. Two men were now at his table and were discussing the evening’s results at Shawfield with a couple of other guys at the neighbouring table. One of them was saying: Five favourites! Punters must’ve done okay.

Aye but three of them were the last three races, half the punters would’ve been fucking skint by that time!

True, true.

Tammas glanced across at them. A couple of other winners were well fancied but.

Mmm.

Were you over bye like yourself son? asked one of them.

Tammas nodded. I left early right enough.

Aw, like that was it!

Naw. I had my one and it won; I just came away.

Aw. Good. The man nodded, That’s the way to do it. He looked at the man next to him: What am I always telling you eh? Back your winner and then get home, just like the boy here. All you need’s a bit of will power. There’s always another night.

Every cunt knows that!

So what?

So fuck all. I’m just telling you; we all know you need a bit of fucking will power. So fucking what? What does that mean? That means fuck all. The man glanced at the others in the company.

Because we all know it doesnt mean it isnt fucking right, said one of them.

Aw aye, and you know! Give us a break ya cunt you never go anywhere near the dogs!

Aye and I’m no fucking likely to either! Fucking mug’s game.

There was silence. Somebody passed out cigarettes and grinned suddenly. I was just thinking there: know the last time I was at fucking Shawfield? That night they were going to burn the fucking place down. Any of yous remember? Fair Friday night, about 1964.

Actually I think it was 66, one of them replied.

Naw, naw, that’s definite, 64, I mind it well. I know cause the wife had just booked us a holiday at the last minute, and I never even knew and I’d went off to fucking Shawfield with the holiday pay in my pocket and all that! He laughed: I could’ve fucking lost the lost! Lost the lot! As it turns out I didnt, I think I broke about even that night. But the point is, Christ! They were going to burn the fucking place down. . He turned to Tammas: No kidding ye son! They were going to burn the fucking place down!

Big Cowboy was there and all that night. No wonder they were going to burn the place down but! Fucking stroke they pulled. He shook his head at the others: It was an Open Event, dogs up from England and all that. Fair Friday I mean so every cunt’s there with a fortune in their pocket. Me with the lot in mine. And the fucking wife with the holiday booked at the last fucking minute and I dont know, I dont fucking know!

Tammas smiled. He got up, still smiling, shaking his head slightly while the conversation continued.

The game was quite noisy at the horseshoe table. He stood at the rear, beside the spectators, hearing someone whisper that it was about time the bank won, that it hadnt been winning at all so far.

When its losing run eventually did end the bank was being held by one of the three young guys from earlier in the snacks’ room. As soon as the third round had been won Tammas stretched over the heads of those sitting at the front and bankoed the £20. He lost and suived the £40. He lost that too. He had two single pound notes left in his trouser pocket. He noticed the dealer looking at him. Deefy, sitting next to the dealer, was also looking at him. He shook his head and the bank’s money was split for other punters. While the cards were being dealt from the shoe he turned and left the room.

He hailed the first available taxi. At his close he said to the driver: Listen will you wait a minute for me? Eh? I’ll be just a minute.

The driver hesitated.

Tammas smiled. Sorry. . and he gave him the two singles. Honest, I’ll just be a minute.

Okay. The driver folded away the £2.

He raced upstairs. Margaret and Robert were in the front room, viewing a late night film on television. Carrying onto his own room he collected the rest of the money from the bottom drawer of the bedside cupboard. Back in the lobby he paused by the living room door. Then he opened it and he said: Hullo. . Eh, I’ll no be too late! He grinned and shut the door immediately.

The gaming room was still crowded, every chair was occupied and a line of men behind. He had decided to bet only with the bank. If it won he would allow it to go the five coups, then he would withdraw all the winnings and just let it pass.

When the opportunity arose he threw in £5 and it lost on the first round. The next in line put in £2 for the bank and Tammas threw in £5 alongside it. It lost. He had suspected he would lose that one too but all he needed was one winning bank. One winning bank would return him the losses plus a fair profit. In fact, he could afford to lose seven straight £5 bets with the bank and still be £40 ahead on one winning 4 timer.

By the time the bank had travelled round the table and arrived back with him he had £10 left in his pocket; he leaned across and put in on the baize. He lost again. Soon afterwards he was walking home.

•••

Rab’s younger brother opened the door. What happened to you? he asked. You’re hell of a late.

I got detained. Tammas grinned as he stepped inside.

That lassie’s here — Betty — are yous two winching?

Naw, we’re just good friends.

Rubbish! Yous going to get engaged as well?

Tammas looked at him. How’s the party?

Och it’s no really a party man they’re all just sitting about — except my maw and Uncle Gus. They’re steamboats. So’s the auld man — he’s in the kitchen giving Rab a lecture!

Tammas grinned. He took the bottle of vodka from the carrier bag and held it in his left hand so that it would be partly concealed when entering the room.

Alec whispered, Tammas, going to bring us ben a couple of cans of lager? I’m in the bedroom with a couple of the mates and that.

You’re too young to drink.

Fuck off.

It’ll cost you — fifty p. each.

Away you go!

Tammas punched him lightly on the shoulder then clicked open the living room door, edged his way inside, shutting the door quietly behind himself. The folk were arranged in semi circle round the fireplace. Rab, Rena and Betty were not among them. A man of about 40 years of age was singing a country and western song. This was Rab’s Uncle Gus. He sat on a wooden dining chair, his eyelids were closed and he was holding his head raised, his face almost parallel to the ceiling; his adam’s apple was very prominent, jutting backwards and forwards as he sang.

To his left, Rab’s maw was kneeling on a cushion on the floor. Her eyelids were also closed and she held a wine-glass to her lips which were moving very slightly.

Tammas waited a moment before lifting an empty tumbler from the top of the glass display cabinet. He knelt slowly down, unscrewed the cap on the bottle and poured a small vodka, leaving the bottle on the floor in beneath the wall next to the cabinet. Then he stood up, got some lemonade to mix in.

The song ended and a little round of applause greeted it. Rab’s maw was saying: That was smashing Gus smashing, it was, smashing.

What about an encore? asked an elderly woman who was sitting on an armchair close to the corner of the fire.

Uncle Gus shook his head. We’ll spin the bottle missis, everybody’s to get a shot.

No me! laughed the elderly woman. She folded her arms and nodded to another elderly woman. Are you Jessie? Are you going to sing!

Tch!

Aye yous are! cried Uncle Gus. Then he noticed Tammas and he called: There’s a boy can sing!

Rab’s maw got onto her feet and was saying to someone, It’s Tammas — he’s been Rab’s pal since they were wee boys the gether. Come on over son, bring your drink with you.

And one for me while you’re at it! cried Uncle Gus. I’m bloody well dying of thirst!

He grinned when Uncle Gus rose to meet him and they shook hands.

Where you been hiding yourself Tammas?

Ach around, around. He turned to Rab’s maw and they kissed each other on the cheek. Hello Mrs McCorquodale.

She gripped him by the elbow and guided him to the end of the settee opposite where they were standing. A middle aged couple was sitting looking at him. This is Tammas, she said to them. And to Tammas she said: This is Rena’s mum and dad.

Aw! Tammas nodded and smiled. Hello. And he shook hands with them.

You’re awful late! called Uncle Gus from across at the glass cabinet.

I got held up — these buses! Tammas had half turned to reply; then he saw Rena who had just appeared in the doorway. She was smiling at him. He winked. Then Betty appeared behind her. He nodded to her.

I know your name said Rena’s dad. Tammas, eh? I heard Rab mention you.

Aye, continued Mrs McCorquodale. She glanced at the slight space between the couple and quickly they parted for her to sit down. Yes, she said, I’ve known the boy all his life. We were neighbours before we flitted to here. Werent we Tammas?

Aye.

Mrs McCorquodale had turned to Rena’s mum: Me and his grannie were good friends.

Rena and Betty were standing across at the glass cabinet. Rena was holding a can of beer and pointing at it. Tammas said, Eh I’ll see you in a minute Mrs McCorquodale, I’m just eh. . He stepped over her feet and made his way round between the settee and the fireplace, gesturing to Uncle Gus as he passed: Just going for a can of beer. .

Right you are son. Uncle Gus winked at him, indicating the one he was holding. And he patted the top pocket of his jacket; some cigars were standing upright inside: You want one of these?

Aye I’ll eh just get a drink and that. .

No bother. Heh you! he said to a young woman seated behind the company on a dining chair. It’s your turn for a song! Come on! On your feet!

Hh! She looked away, grinned at a man who was standing nearby. The man raised his eyebrows, tilted his head and swallowed a mouthful of beer.

Tammas laid his tumbler on the cabinet and took Rena by the sides of her arms and kissed her briefly on the mouth. Congratulations, he said.

Thanks Tammas. And thanks for coming. And thanks as well for the records. They’re great; we’re playing them all the time.

Ah!

No, honest, they’re terrific! She kissed him on the cheek then raised her hand suddenly: The ring! You’ve no even seen it yet! My ring — Betty! He’s no even seen it yet!

Betty laughed.

Tammas smiled. He stared at the ring for several seconds. Aye, he said, it’s a beauty right enough. Sparkling stones eh!

Rena nodded.

It really is beautiful, said Betty.

Rena made a face and murmured, Cost a fortune! I told him not to. Men!

Tammas grinned.

How come you were so late? asked Betty.

Buses.

O.

Tammas pulled out the ring-opener on the can and he swigged a mouthful of beer.

Tch! Rena gave him a glass. While he poured the beer into it Rena said, Tammas, would you do me a favour? would you go ben the kitchen and get Rab away from his dad.

Tammas groaned.

Honestly, the two of them have been in there for ages. I dont want them fighting Tammas, not the night.

Aye, Christ.

Rena sighed. She glanced generally at the others in the room and whispered: They need livening up. Maybe get them dancing or something. Rab should be here.

Tammas nodded. The other people in the room were now talking in different groupings, or sitting in silence. Uncle Gus was chatting to the elderly woman next to the fire. Tammas nodded to Rena, he lifted the bottle of vodka from the floor and he chuckled: I’ll take this with me!

Mr McCorquodale was seated on a high stool at the breakfast counter. He was speaking, using his whisky tumbler to emphasise a point. Rab stood quite close to him, his head inclined as he listened, a beer can in one hand and the other in his trouser pocket. Tammas! he cried.

Well well well, said Mr McCorquodale.

Better late than never! Tammas grinned, walking forwards and shaking hands with the man. He nodded to Rab: Well done.

What d’you mean well done!

Getting engaged and all that!

Aw aye.

Mr McCorquodale was gazing at Tammas and he reached out to shake hands with him once more. So how’s life on the broo? he asked, and he maintained the grip on Tammas’ right hand, firmly but without increasing the pressure.

So so, the usual — want a vodka?

A vodka! Mr McCorquodale frowned, staring at it; he relinquished the grip. It’s no bloody Hogmanay son, you didnt need to bring your own bloody drink.

Aw eh. . it was just. . No want one?

Vodka? Naw no me Tammas — Scotland’s own, Scotland’s own. . He lifted the bottle of whisky from the side of the breakfast bar. Come on, you have one with me instead of that Russian stuff.

I’d rather no mix it Mr McCorquodale.

Ah come on for God sake son you’re the bloody guest remember!

Da. . Rab said: Leave him alone eh?

What d’you mean? And anyway, you shouldnt be drinking at all, you’re in training. Mr McCorquodale gestured at him while saying to Tammas: This yin isnt to get anything, cause he’s in training.

Rab laughed briefly. Look at him! Totally blotto, can hardly sit straight on the stool and he’s trying to lecture me about training. Training by fuck!

Heh you less of that language if you dont mind, you’ve got a mother ben the room.

Awful sorry pater.

It’s no pater son it’s pahter. Should’ve sent you to a fucking fenian school; at least they’d have taught you latin! Mr McCorquodale uncapped the whisky bottle, poured himself a drink. He glanced at Tammas: So how’s life on the broo then Tammas?

Da you’ve asked him that already — Christ sake!

Tammas grinned. Rab — Rena says will you go ben the living room.

Did she?

Aye, I think she wants you to liven up the proceedings or something.

Rab frowned then shrugged. I’ll sing them a song.

Aye, you better do something son! Mr McCorqudale raised the tumbler to his mouth and sipped at the whisky.

Rab stared at him for a few moments then he sniffed and said to Tammas, I’ll see you in a minute.

When the door closed Tammas was breaking the cellophane on a new packet of cigarettes and soon he was smoking, putting the matches back into his side jacket pocket. Mr McCorquodale was watching him. And he asked, So how’s it going son? How’s life on the broo treating you?

Ah no bad, no bad.

A bit daft chucking your job but eh? I mean when you didnt have one to go to. Would it no have been better making sure there were going to be redundancies first?

Eh, I suppose so, right enough. . Tammas smiled, sipped vodka, inhaled on the cigarette.

Strikes me that’d have been more sensible. Course I’m aware — your age — sense doesnt always come into it! Mr McCorquodale was smiling.

Tammas nodded. Terrible job but. Really boring.

I thought the wages were alright though — according to Rab anyway I mean that’s what he told me.

No bad.

Mind you, I like a boy with the philosophical approach — when in doubt jump on the broo! Mr McCorquodale laughed, drank the remainder of the whisky and reached for the bottle. Tammas glanced at the door. The sound of fast music and a few thumps from dancing feet could be heard. And then a voice, probably Uncle Gus, singing very loudly, Chicago.

Mr McCorquodale was pouring whisky into Tammas’s tumbler; a fair amount of vodka had still been in it. He poured one for himself, the neck of the bottle balancing against the rim of the glass. Did Rab tell you about the offer? The offer son, did he tell you?

Eh, naw, what’s that?

An offer, he’s had an offer. Hull City.

Christ sake!

He never told you?

Naw. Christ, that’s tremendous!

Mr McCorquodale nodded. He sniffed. Aye, he said, they’re wanting him down as soon as possible.

Great news.

Mr McCorquodale nodded. Know what he says to them? I’ll think about it. I’ll think about it! God sake, you think he’d jump at something like that!

Aye. Hh. I dont know. Tammas shrugged. Maybe it isnt a good offer or something.

Isnt a good offer? You dont even know what the bloody offer is son so how do you know!

After a slight pause Tammas said, Naw, I’m just saying. Just thinking — about Rab I mean you know, the way he might see it.

The way he might see it! Mr McCorquodale smiled, shaking his head.

Well I mean. . Tammas paused, he shrugged, swallowed a mouthful of the alcohol in his tumbler and coughed, spluttering a little. He inhaled on his cigarette immediately.

Mr McCorquodale was looking at him. Course, you’re no really a player but Tammas, are you. I mean I’m no being cheeky or anything. I dont want to hurt your bloody feelings! Mr McCorquodale smiled. What I’m saying is this but; if you dont know the ins and outs then how d’you know what’s a good offer and what’s a bad offer? You cant, no really — no that I can see. I mean he doesnt either. Rab! What does he know, he doesnt know fuck all hardly. I mean he might be able to play the bloody game but what does that go for I mean he doesnt bloody know about the other side of it.

Tammas nodded; he reached to flick the ash from his cigarette into the sink, he ran the cold water tap to clear it down the drain.

Mr McCorquodale was looking at him. Son, he said, eventually, that Blackpool carry on was bloody ridiculous.

Mm.

I’m no kidding ye — losing all your bloody money like that. And then what you seem to forget, you’re leaving the rest of the boys to pay your digs’ money. I mean that’s what you forget, that’s the bloody consequence Tammas, that’s what you dont think about. All your pals son they’ve got to fork out on your behalf. God sake! I couldnt do that.

Tammas scratched his head.

Mr McCorquodale had pursed his lips. He leaned back a little on the stool, placing both hands on the edge of the breakfast counter. He lifted his whisky, sipped at it, his forehead wrinkling. He frowned: See that punting of yours! and couple it with the broo! Well I’ll tell you something; you’re beat before you start. Christ, I dont like saying it, before you even start.

After a moment Tammas stepped to the sink, flicked ash into it. The tap was dripping and he turned it tightly, cutting the water off. From the living room the volume of music increased suddenly, then decreased; then increased again. Tammas had a last drag on the cigarette, he doused it in the water which was gathered at the drain. There was a rubbish bin beneath the sink. He dropped the cigarette down into there. And the living room door opened and closed. And now the kitchen door; and Rab was there. He paused, then came across to the sink. Tammas made way for him.

Rab ran the cold water and sluiced his face and neck with it. Aw that’s better, he muttered. He got a wee towel from a rail, glanced at Tammas: You no coming through?

Aye. Hey what’s this about Hull City?

Rab continued drying the back of his neck. He sniffed. Big time eh!

His father grunted. Listen to him.

Rab returned the towel to the rail. Da, he said, I think you should go through as well. And put a word in maw’s ear while you’re at it. Her and Uncle Gus are taking over. I mean it’s a bit early yet for sing songs! People’re still wanting a dance.

Embarassing you are they? Mr McCorquodale was gazing at Rab, and he added: Mister and Missis Jesus Christ in the corner above that sort of thing?

What you talking about?

Ah!

If you’re talking about Rena’s maw and da, they’re no bothering, they’re just happy sitting.

Mr McCorquodale shifted on the stool, he pursed his lips, raised the whisky tumbler. Bloody biblethumpers.

Rab nodded to Tammas who walked to the doorway, and continued through.

He paused by the living room door. A woman’s voice — not Mrs McCorquodale — singing quite quietly. He walked down the lobby into the bathroom, snibbed the door shut behind him. There was a small cabinet with a mirror door above the washhand basin. He stared into it with his two hands clasped over his nose, thumbs together beneath his chin. Then he sat on the lavatory, elbows on his knees, hands covering his nose again. He sat like this for a while. Someone chapped the door.

It was Betty. She called, Tammas?

Aye!

You okay?

Aye. Just be a minute.

You okay?

Aye — I was just sick there.

What did you say?

I was just sick there!

Sick?

Aye! He got up and walked to the door, unsnibbed and opened it. They looked at each other for a few moments.

Betty said, Are you okay?

Fine, I’m fine. I was just sick there. He sniffed, I’m going to go home.

Home?

Aye I’ve got a splitting head. . He rubbed at his forehead. Will you tell Rab for me?

Aw Tammas.

Naw I’m eh. . he shook his head. I’m no feeling that well; I think eh. . He stepped to the outside door and opened it.

Aw Tammas.

I’m sorry Betty, I’m really no feeling well. He shook his head, stepped out and shut the door. He walked down the stairs quickly.

•••

Excluding expenses he had £10; not a lot to bet with but enough. The train was crowded. Even so he had found a seat by the window. He placed the Sporting Life folded on the table, began unpeeling a large orange.

When the train arrived in Ayr Station most of the passengers disembarked and Tammas was amongst those heading to the racetrack. Eventually he started trotting. The first race was due off quite soon. And when he made it into the ground the runners were at the starting post. At the tote window he laid an outsider for 50 pence and was vaguely relieved when it did not reach the first three places. He bet another outsider in the 2nd race. Afterwards he adjourned to one of the bars.

His nap for the day was going in the next race. Its name was Rimini.

The probable favourite for this the feature race of the afternoon was trained in the midlands of England and had an obvious chance on form. On its last two outings the horse had won quite comfortably. Both races were fair class handicaps, and according to racecourse gossip it had not travelled north for nothing. But when the bookies marked it in as a 7/4 chance Tammas was surprised. The race was a handicap hurdle and 18 runners had been declared. No matter how far the horse had travelled this 7/4 was a bad bet. He strolled along the row of bookmakers, glancing at each of their boards. He was still a bit early and not all of the runners had a price marked against them. Rimini was in that category.

Then he saw 14/1 being laid against it. He stepped in front of the bookmaker in question and stared at the board. It was amazing. The Sporting Life had forecast 8/1 and now here it was, 14/1. It was almost too good to be true. He had the money in his hand, he stepped up to the bookie and took it to £2.50, returned the rest of the money to his trouser pocket. He stuck the betting ticket into his inside jerkin pocket, turning his back on the bookie and heading back to the bar. He had meant to bet Rimini for more than £2.50 but 14/1 sounded a bit too good. He hesitated. But no, something about it, it was too good. And nearly quarter of an hour to go before the race even started. And then he saw 16/1 being offered. A bookie in the centre of the row up from the last. 16/1. If 14/1 was too good to be true then this 16/1 definitely smelled. Something was up. He continued on and into the bar but then he about turned and raced back to the bookie and took the 16/1 to £1.50.

At the bar he hesitated before ordering a bottle of beer. The more he thought about it the more he knew he was right. Rimini was the one and that was that. All along he had been expecting 8/1 and hoping to catch 10’s with a wee bit of luck. Now here he was with 16/1 and reneging — just having a safe £1.50. A price like 16/1 was wrong. And the favourite was definitely a bad bet at 7/4. If Rimini was trying then — Christ; all it needed was it to be trying and it was a certainty.

He struck a match and lighted a cigarette while striding back outside. There was no 16’s to be had. He strode along each row but nothing, and now 12/1 seemed the best on offer. And away along to where he had taken the 14/1 the bookie was offering 10’s. 10’s! Tammas turned and raced back down the row and grabbed the first 12/1 he could get about his remaining £5.

That was that now. And yet it was something — win, lose or draw, he had come and done what he had set out to do. Rimini was the nap and that was it.

While the Starter called the jockeys to the tapes Tammas manoeuvered his way up the steps of the covered Stand. The wind was sharp, stinging his ears, causing his eyes to water.

And the field had jumped off; he could spot his horse, the amateur rider settling it down behind the leaders. He waited there until passing the Stand on the second circuit he moved it up with the leaders. Round the back straight and turning for home he kicked on and Rimini quickly opened up a gap of about four to five lengths. Approaching the second last and the horse was coming under pressure, its lead being cut back to between two and three. Going towards the last flight of hurdles a loud cheer arose from the crowd as the black and white hoops of the favourite could be seen emerging from the chasing pack. And now another horse had come from the pack and together with the favourite the two of them were just about matching strides with Rimini as they met and jumped the last. The favourite pecked on landing but within moments had regained its rhythm to go after the other two. The amateur aboard Rimini had the whip going hard and the horse appeared to shy a little but only a little and he dropped the whip immediately, keeping the horse going with hands and heels only.

The three went past the post in a line.

Tammas continued to stare at the post as the other horses passed. Around him the punters were discussing the outcome. A photo-finish was announced. Then the announcer added: Stewards’ Inquiry. Please retain your tickets.

Aye I bet you there’s an objection as well! muttered a man beside Tammas.

You think so?

O Christ aye son. No see the way that Rimini was swerving? Favourite had to snatch up.

Tammas nodded. He put his hands in his pockets, hunched his shoulders and strolled down the steps and along and into the bar. He had enough for a bottle of beer. While waiting to be served he tried to get engrossed in the form for the next race, but all about the folk were discussing the last one. He moved down nearer the end of the counter where it was a bit less noisy. Then a guy barged in past him and shouted to a barman and the barman came at once. Tammas was still holding the money in his hand without having managed to order. He watched the man turning and shaking his head at a group of people sitting at a table at the wall. And he recognised one of the men there. It was Erskine. And he was looking over; Tammas waved and he stared back, then he smiled and waved in reply, gesturing at him to come across.

Tammas went. Hello, he said.

Hello yourself! Erskine turned to his company: This is the guy that takes you in as partners and then turns round and beats you for plenty! Come on, sit down. You wanting a drink?

Eh naw, no thanks. I want to find out how the objection went.

Objection? I didnt even know there was one. . Erskine called to the man at the bar immediately: Objection Charlie, how did it go? the result through yet?

The man was frowning. There wasnt any bloody objection — there should’ve been but there wasnt. Bloody disgrace so it is!

Erskine nodded. What about the Inquiry?

According to them it doesnt even affect the winner, it’s just to do with the second and third! Charlie shook his head and returned his attention to the bar, where his drinks were now being served by the barman.

Tammas was chuckling. He stopped it and raised his Sporting Life as though about to read it, but he started chuckling again. Then he stopped it once more. He glanced at Erskine and shrugged: I’ve backed the winner.

One of the women in the company grinned: Well done son.

You backed Rimini? said Erskine.

Aye.

Hh!

Form horse.

Form horse! Erskine laughed and shook his head.

The other man was returning from the bar with the drinks on a tray. Tammas rose from his chair. There were three women in the company, the one who had spoken plus another of a similar age; the third was much younger, probably in her early twenties. I better go and collect, he said to Erskine.

By the time he had been to the last bookie betting on the following race was well under way but Tammas was leaving it alone. A novice chase; the favourite would be backed odds on. Not a race to bet on at all. When he returned to the bar most of the customers had gone. Erskine’s table was empty. Tammas bought a packet of nuts & raisins to accompany the bottle of beer, and he spread the Sporting Life on the table. Eventually he heard the roars, heralding the start of the race, but he continued to sit there, sipping the beer, smoking a cigarette. He checked through the wad of notes he had, went up to the bar for another packet of nuts & raisins. Hardly anyone was about.

Erskine was one of the first to arrive. The race had not finished. I dont know what the punters’re still hanging about for! The favourite’s gubbed. Down the field. Three fences to go and it’s got no chance, no chance at all.

Hh.

Odds on too and you want to have seen it jumping! Hardly looks as if it’s ever been schooled.

Bad race.

Aye you’re no kidding. What about yourself, d’you no have a bet?

Naw. Want a drink?

Eh aye, okay son I’ll have a wee brandy. By the way, my name’s Joe.

Joe. I’m Tammas.

Right son, fine. A wee drop of water in the brandy.

Tammas moved to the bar quickly as more customers began arriving. Soon it was as busy as before and Joe’s company had returned led by Charlie, who seemed angrier now. When Tammas put the glasses on the table he was grumbling about the favourite; it had finally finished 2nd after the horse that had been leading fell at the last fence. Tammas waited a moment, not sitting down, and he asked, Anybody want a drink?

One of the women began declining but Joe grinned: It’s alright, he’s winning a fortune!

Charlie muttered. Dont tell me he backed that bloody winner as well.

I didnt have a bet.

Joe was still grinning: He says it was a bad race Charlie.

They’re all bad races, replied the woman.

Charlie looked at her. The woman’s name was Ann; the other woman of the same age was called Milly and the youngest of the three was known as Vi. The third man in the group sat beside her; he did not speak, his name was Stan.

Sure yous dont want a drink? asked Tammas.

Ah go on then, said Milly.

Joe laughed: three bacardis and coke, and two whiskies.

That’s no fair! Ann said, Are you sure it’s okay son?

Tammas nodded and shrugged. Up at the bar he bought another beer for himself; as an afterthought he bought four packets of potato crisps. When he was taking the things from the tray and laying them out he put the crisps into the centre of the table and muttered, Crisps if anybody wants them. . And he sat down and took out his cigarettes.

Charlie was looking at him. You trying to tell me you thought Rimini was form horse?

Tammas sniffed.

Granted it had a chance but God sake, if you’re going to try and tell me it had the beating of the favourite on the book then ha ha, I dont know, I just dont know. . He shook his head; he put a cigarette in his mouth and craned his neck, to take a light for it from Stan.

Is it okay if. .? The youngest of the women, Vi, was speaking to Tammas. She pointed at the crisps.

Aye, Christ. .

I mean it was never form horse!

Och! Tammas shrugged. Vi was looking at him. Aye, he said, it depends.

Depends! Charlie took a mouthful of the brandy.

I mean I mind him winning a 3 mile handicap hurdle at the end of last season — Haydock or someplace. Good class it was as well.

Last season but, aye.

And look who they’ve stuck on him the day, that amateur — 7lb he’s claiming. And he’s no bad I mean he’s won a couple of hard yins I’ve seen on the telly.

Aye but you’re still no going to tell me that makes it form horse I mean fuck sake son! Charlie turned to Joe and frowned.

Come on you less of that language, muttered Ann. She turned to Milly and shook her head. If he doesnt back a winner quick it’s going to be terrible listening to him.

Charlie glared at her.

Well you’re a crabbit so and so, she said, you’re picking on the boy just because he’s winning and you’re no.

What! He glared at her again. What you talking about? I’m just bloody asking him a bloody question, what you on about?

Tch! Ann shifted on her chair, to be facing Vi. And I’m freezing as well! Standing about watching these bloody stupid horses — we’d have been better off going to the bingo.

Hey Ann! Joe smiled at her. This is supposed to be a happy day out among friends. Come on!

Well Joe look at him, look at his face. . Ann turned and shook her head at Charlie. Make you greet to see him so it would.

Make you greet! I’ll bloody make you greet! Charlie got up from his chair and he strode off and out the bar.

After a moment Ann shrugged.

Then Joe began whistling. He stopped and smiled. I better go and see if I can catch him!

Leave him go!

Think we should?

Och, tch, I dont care. Ann rose from her chair. I’m going to the Ladies.

Milly also rose: I’ll come with you.

When they had gone Joe glanced at Vi and the man with her. He grinned: Some day out eh!

The man shrugged.

Charlie’s awful bad tempered, said Vi.

Aye but do you no think she’s needling him too much?

I dont, said Vi and she added: Not really. She sniffed very slightly and opened her handbag, brought out a paper tissue and dabbed round her nose. And she’s dead right about it being freezing.

Well we’re going for a meal in a minute — eh Stan?

Suits me.

Vi was gazing about her. The bar was still crowded with folk discussing the last race and the one to come. She said to Joe: Even a bit of music would liven the place up. I mean it’s so boring.

Joe glanced at Tammas and raised his eyebrows.

I saw you, she said, reaching for another packet of crisps.

Apologies. Apologies. Joe smiled.

But everybody here’s only really come for the horses anyway, said Tammas, I mean they’re no really bothering about other stuff.

She looked at him.

Joe was nodding. He lifted his tumbler, swallowed all of the brandy that was left. I’m going to find Charlie, he added.

Tammas continued to sit there. He drank his beer steadily. Soon the bar was becoming less busy and he stood up, nodding in the direction of the exit. . Going to see the race.

The horse he fancied finished third. He was watching the race from the side of the stand and he could see Joe and Charlie about 30 yards away. During the race, especially towards the closing stages, Charlie’s voice had increased in volume as he roared on his selection and it sounded as if he had backed the winner, but he had not, he had backed the second. Tammas arrived at the foot of the steps ahead of them and he shrugged. Beat!

And us, said Joe.

Charlie muttered, Fucking favourites; you never learn at this place, I’m no coming fucking back.

Joe chuckled.

They continued on through to the bar and along to their table. Joe was about to order a round of drinks but Milly said, To be honest Joe, I think we’re really feeling like going into Glasgow now.

Well. . he nodded.

Charlie shrugged.

Fine then, we’ll go and eat. Joe stepped aside to allow Milly and Ann stand up from their chairs and he said to Tammas: We’re no waiting for the last race son we’re just going for a meal and then I dont know, going up a casino or something — you’re welcome to tag along if you like, eh Charlie?

Aye. Charlie shrugged, stuck his hands in his trouser pockets and he turned, headed the group towards the exit.

Tammas followed at the rear.

Little was said during the walk to the cars. There were two, driven by Joe and Charlie, parked in a side street off the main Glasgow road. After a moment’s discussion Joe waved Tammas into his car, into the rear while Milly got into the passenger’s seat. Vi was first into Charlie’s car, with Charlie holding the door for her. Joe waited for the other to drive off and he said to Milly: We’ll no see him now, no till we reach the restaurant!

Milly chuckled.

From the back seat Tammas reached across with his cigarettes and when Joe slowed to a halt at the junction of the main road he struck a match and they each got a light. Joe said, Eh son if you’re fancying coming along to the casino with us you’ll need to get a shirt and a tie. He laughed briefly: It’s no like eh. . He cleared his throat in a significant way.

Tammas had given Joe instruction on reaching his street. He raced upstairs and put on his good suit and a shirt and tie and he called a cheerio to Margaret who had just returned home from work. Dont make me any tea, he said as she looked out from the kitchen.

She raised her eyebrows but then smiled. He closed the door, trotted back down the stairs and out through the close. Joe had kept the engine ticking over.

The other group had almost finished eating when they arrived. It was at an Indian restaurant on Sauchiehall Street. From there they strolled along to a lounge bar. An hour later they were walking upstairs and into the Royal casino. Tammas had to sign his name and enter his address in a big book that lay open on a table in the entrance lobby. The doorman wore a tuxedo and watched him write.

Inside there were roulette tables and blackjack tables and one for craps but there was no chemin de fer being played, and no table set aside for it. Quite a lot of people were about, both sexes, the women standing mainly at the roulette wheels. Vi and Stan and the other two women were among them. Joe and Charlie had vanished. Tammas walked around for a few minutes but without seeing them. Eventually he stopped by one of the blackjack tables and after watching for a wee while he made a bet. Ten minutes later he had lost about half of what he had returned from the races with. He went to the coffee lounge.

Some time later he looked up from next morning’s Daily Record. Vi was there. Thought you had left, she said, sitting down at the opposite side of the table.

Naw. Sudden death in there! I just came out.

She nodded.

Too fast. You hardly have time to think.

Mm, you’re telling me. . She glanced around the room. After a moment she continued, Ann and Charlie are away home — still fighting.

He smiled, lowered his gaze to the newspaper then added, I thought Joe told me they played poker in this place?

They do but it’ll no be for a wee while yet. Vi yawned; she glanced at the page Tammas was reading and muttered. Horses horses horses — d’you think you could get me a coffee please?

What — sorry, aye. . he slapped the newspaper on the table surface as he rose but she shook her head: Dont bother.

What?

Dont bother I said, I dont want one.

Tammas hesitated.

I dont.

He shrugged, sat back down. He took his cigarettes from his pocket and offered her one. She accepted it and then took the light from him. Did you lose at roulette? he asked.

You must be joking. I dont have any money to lose at gambling. I only came to keep Milly company.

Aw aye.

Not that she ever wins. And then she’s going on at Joe for more money all the time; it gets embarassing.

Are they married like?

Vi laughed.

He shrugged slightly and smiled. He gazed upwards in the direction of the electric wall clock.

Are you playing poker? she asked.

Who me, naw, no the night. He sniffed: What about you? what do you do? Do you wait till they’re finished or what?

Finished! I’d be here all night! No, just till Stan’s lost his money at blackjack or roulette or whatever it is. . She had gestured vaguely in the direction of the gaming room. Now she glanced at him: He’s my brother-in-law — alright?

What?

Vi frowned. I said he’s my brother-in-law. He follows me about like a guard dog. Anyways, she added, I wouldnt worry about it, I dont fancy getting done for babysnatching.

Tammas was staring at her. She had opened her handbag and was looking in at the contents, her head bent to it. Then he was blushing; and he sniffed, inhaled on his cigarette. He shut the newspaper. I’m off eh. . He stood to his feet. If you can tell Joe for me and that I’ll eh, see him again.

Vi looked at him.

Cheerio.

Cheerio. She shrugged.

•••

Donnie was frowning. He looked round the table at the others. I dont know what we wanted to come here for anyhow, he said. He swivelled on his seat, stared across at the counter: I mean imagine going up to that bent shot behind the bar and asking for a set of dominoes! Eh? Can you imagine it! What a fucking dump!

Rab laughed: A place is a dump if they dont play dominoes!

Aye, well. . Donnie raised his pint glass, swallowed the remainder of the lager. Then he placed the empty carefully in the centre of the table; he cleared a space round it amongst the ash and spilled beer.

Hint hint, said Billy.

Aye John come on for fuck sake, muttered Rab.

What d’you mean?

Donnie glanced at him. Dont tell me it’s to be this kind of fucking carry on! Tonight of all nights! My testimonial John — eh, fuck sake!

As far as I knew we were having a kitty.

Aye, said Rab, as soon as you weigh in with your round we’re getting one going.

We still dont have to stay here, said Billy.

Donnie glared at him. We’re no going to fucking start that again. We’re here and we’re staying. I didnt want to come here in the first place but I did, I did, and now I’m going to fucking stay — so sit on your arse.

Tammas grinned. Come on man for Christ sake surely it makes a change from Simpson’s?

Fuck all wrong with Simpson’s.

We dont want you telling every cunt in New Zealand there’s only one pub in Scotland.

Only one pint by the looks of it!

Aye John for Christ sake!

Come on John!

Aye ya cunt ye get the round up.

Fuck off! replied John but he got up and walked in the direction of the bar.

Billy was looking roundabout and he said: Still and all but Donnie, nice to see a couple of birds once in a while. You must admit.

Admit fuck all! What’s up with auld Mattie? Nice as looking a bird as you’ll see anywhere!

Clatty Mattie! Rab gaped at him. Then he laughed: Hey, we should’ve brought her with us. Go down a bomb in here man — a couple of glass of eldee inside her and she’d be up on top of the bent shot’s bar doing tricks with a guiness bottle.

Aw shut up for fuck sake!

They were still laughing when John returned with the beer balanced on a circular tray which he set down. He began passing out the pints. You’ve no to go the bar for the bevy in future, he said, you’ve to get one of the waitresses. The barman told me.

Aw John, you’re as good as a waitress any day!

I’m just telling you what the guy says. I dont give two fucks what you do!

You tell him, grinned Tammas.

Billy said, It was your fault in the first place Tammas. You were supposed to be keeping notes on who was buying what.

True.

John had sat down on his seat. He swallowed the last of his old pint before saying, Nobody has to take notes about me. I’ll get my round in same as the next man. I’m no one of them. . I’ve got my money and I dont fucking mind spending it! He reached for the new pint and drank from it.

Heh! Billy frowned.

Tammas nodded. The boy’s trying to tell us something.

Quite right and all, said Rab. No wonder the country’s in the state it is with cunts like yous two walking about.

Lazy pair of bastards, said Donnie.

I wasnt fucking meaning that, cried John.

What were you meaning then? asked Tammas.

No that anyway.

Ha ha.

John glared at him: I wasnt, I fucking wasnt.

Billy said: Aye you were ya cunt.

Naw I wasnt.

Tell the truth, said Rab.

What d’you mean fucking. .!

That’s it! yelled Donnie. What is it with yous fucking mob! This is my last night, my last night, my last bastarn fucking night. And I’m no going to sit and fucking listen to this! Either you shut up or I’m going. I’m no kidding ye I’ll be fucking offski.

Quite right too, said Tammas.

Aye. . Rab nodded. It’s that cunt John’s fault.

What d’you mean! Look. .

Look fuck all! cried Donnie.

Towards the end of the evening Donnie had gone to the lavatory. In the middle of the table lay some untouched drinks but none where he was sitting. Rab said, Aye, that’s one thing about the Donnie fellow, he never falls behind with the bevy. Another thing, he hardly fucking shows it. I mean I’ve seen the cunt drinking I dont know how many pints and see at eleven o’clock!

Billy nodded. Sober. . He pointed at Tammas: He’s the same.

Tammas! Rab gazed at Billy, shaking his head. You must be fucking joking!

Tammas laughed.

Rab was wagging a finger at him. Is he fuck the same as Donnie, he just plays it wide, he takes one to our fucking two. You have to take notes with the cunt. Exact same at school as well so he was. I mean dont let him fucking con you Billy. Listen, how many rounds we had?

I dont know.

Ten, murmured John. He sat stiffly forwards on his chair.

Rubbish, away back to sleep!

He is, said Tammas. Look! Hey John, are you awake or what?

Ach I’m just. . He shook his head.

Rab continued to Billy: Naw, dont tell me about Tammas man cause I know, I know.

What d’you know! Billy winked at Tammas who was laughing.

And Rab grunted: No point fucking winking Billy no point fucking winking; cause that’s you beat before you’ve even started, eh Tammas?

Where’s fucking Donnie? that’s what I want to know.

Terrible, said John, we’re splitting up, we’re all splitting up, we’re all fucking splitting up.

He’s like a record player the cunt, muttered Rab.

John shook his head: It’ll never be the same again but.

He’s right, said Billy.

Thank fuck. . Tammas grinned.

Ya bastard! frowned Rab. I fucking hate you when you say things like that.

So do I, said Billy and he winked at Tammas again.

And Rab shook his head: He thinks I dont see him winking. .

Here’s the cunt now, said Tammas.

Were you away for a shite? cried Billy.

Shut up ya bastard. Donnie glanced about as he sat down on his seat. I hope yous mob havent been causing a disturbance with the fucking lieges!

Billy laughed.

What’s he fucking talking about! cried Rab.

Lieges, said John.

Ah Donnie Donnie Donnie, it’ll break my heart to see you away. Tammas pursed his lips and sighed: New Zealand by fuck! That’s terrible, terrible.

Rab was nodding and he turned to Billy: See what I mean? That’s it been said now — Tammas, Tammas has said it. Eh? Hey Tammas come on ya bastard we’ve got to shake hands with you cause of that, eh?

Tammas put his hand out and they shook, then he did likewise with John and Billy.

Rab was saying: Donnie, you’re a bastard. What you going away for?

I’m no going away.

Aye you are, fucking New Zealand.

You’re going away as well.

Aye but fucking England, that’s all man, Hull City.

It’s just down the road he’s going, said Billy. No like you man, you’re going fucking thousands of miles away.

Two days to get there, said John.

Donnie laughed briefly. I’ll be back, dont worry. Old Firm games, Wembley and all that. Fuck sake! Think I’m going to miss the England match! We’ll take 6 off them.

Aye but what you going away for? asked Billy. There’s no need for it. No when you think about it, no really. I mean you’ve got a good fucking job man and you like it here.

It’s no as simple as that, fuck sake!

The family and that, said Rab. Eh Donnie?

Donnie shrugged.

Is it cause of your family? asked John.

Donnie shrugged again.

Tammas opened his cigarette packet and offered to the others: Tell you something, he said, I fancy it. New Zealand. Bags of sun and that.

Aye but there’s no betting shops! Billy laughed. Got to give your bets to the fucking barber!

Numbers racket, said John.

Donnie grinned, pointing at him.

Tammas exhaled smoke, shaking his head: Can you imagine it but? lying on the beach all day, big blondes and bottles of bacardi.

There he goes! cried Rab.

Naw but no kidding man, no more fucking signing on at the shitey fucking broo. Christ sake. White sands and blue skies. Clear water to swim in. No coats or fuck all and the women all walking about in scanty clad bikinis. Nude fucking swimming at midnight.

Pubs shut at six o’clock, said Billy.

Do they fuck, replied Donnie.

Well that’s what I heard.

You’re thinking of Australia.

Billy shrugged. Same thing.

Naw it’s fucking no man.

Tammas shook his head. Who cares? Forget it.

Forget it? Donnie frowned.

Rab began speaking: My auld man, he was telling me they’ve all got their own basements in their houses and every basement’s got its own wee bar. And that includes gantries and all sorts of bevy, barrels of beer man, the lot.

Fucking hell.

Some of them’ve even got pool tables built in man, fucking saunas and all that.

Tammas was nodding. That’s right, he said, I read about that in a book the other night. Canada it was but.

Canada! Donnie stared at him.

Billy burst out laughing, spluttering half a mouthful of beer across the table.

Donnie frowned at Rab: You trying to take the piss ya cunt?

Who me! No me!

Cause I’m no in a fucking mood to be trifled with man I mean this is my testifuckingmonial, my testifuckingmonial!

Billy whispered: Ssshh. Too loud man.

Too loud! My last night! Donnie glanced at Tammas and grinned. What’s up with that cunt! I cant even get talking loud on my last night man, eh?

Disgrace!

What time is it? said John.

Time! Donnie frowned: Aye, right enough. . And he swivelled on his seat, signalled to a waitress. But either she did not hear him or else she was ignoring him. He called: Hey Miss. .

You’re too late. . Billy gestured at a wall clock: It’s away past time.

What?

Five past eleven.

These pub clocks are always fucking bammy but.

Rab pointed at his wristwatch: This isnt.

Here, said Tammas, lifting a three-quarters full pint of lager from the middle of the table.

John had started up from his seat. That’s mine Tammas!

Ah John, surely you’re no going to grudge it to the boy on his testimonial?

Naw, course I’m no! John sat back down: Welcome. . you’re welcome.

I really appreciate that, replied Donnie. He stared at the pint and then began to drink it all in a go. When he had finished he burped loudly. We better be getting a move on anyway, he added. That auld man of mine’s got a couple of his cronies coming up. So’s the young sister ya dirty bastards any nonsense and yous’re out the door!

The other four roared.

I’m warning yous! Donnie placed both hands on the edge of the table and he cried: And another thing, the maw’s cooking a big feed. Know what like she is and all that, a couple of pots of mince and tatties or something so yous better be ready! And spewing in the lavvy’s barred!

Donnie Donnie Donnie. . Tammas reached across the table to shake hands with him.

Donnie laughed and he shook hands with each one of them. Then the waitress had appeared and was lifting all the empty glasses onto her tray. Well after time boys, she said.

Sorry Miss.

Sorry.

When she had gone Rab muttered, It’s fucking out of order but — spent a fortune in here so we have.

Donnie nodded. One question and one question only: would it have happened in Simpson’s?

You’re fucking right, muttered Billy.

At least we’re entitled to sit, said John. I mean we are, we’re at least fucking entitled to sit!

Tammas nodded. John’s right, we’re entitled.

Fucking right we are.

Aye, we’re entitled. Tammas folded his arms and sat back on his seat.

Aye. Rab was smiling. We definitely are fucking entitled. The boy’s quite right.

He is that, said Tammas. Hey John — you’re entitled.

Billy and Donnie were laughing.

Tammas glanced at Rab: Dont know what they’re laughing about when the boy’s entitled!

Aye but are you sure he’s entitled?

Course he is. Hey John, sure you’re entitled?

Fuck off.

Ah leave him alone! cried Donnie. He’s just gave me his last pint!

Rab shouted: Keep the fucking glass for a souvenir!

TIME GENTLEMEN PLEASE.

Listen to the bent shot! said Donnie, glaring in the direction of the bar.

Still and all. . Billy raised his pint glass to his mouth: We’re about the last yins here. Better drink up.

Rab reached for his but Tammas passed what was left of his over to Donnie and said: Seeing you’re no everybody!

That goes for me too, said Rab and he poured his into the other glass.

Thanks lads. Donnie lifted the near full pint and he gazed at it, and he rose to his feet. Watch closely! Tilting his head back he swallowed the beer in a oner; he wiped his mouth with the cuff of his sleeve and then burped and added, I hope yous mob are taking notes.

Billy laughed. No bother to the Donnie fellow!

I wish to make a speech!

No wonder! said Tammas.

John started to applaud and the other three joined him in it.

Donnie grinned. Thank you friends it’s highly appreciated. I have got to say that in all my years kicking a ball about this is the first fucking testimonial I’ve had and I can tell you I’d just like to say how pleased I am.

Hurrehhh.

Hurrehhh.

Three cheers for the boy!

On you go the Donnie fellow!

The Donnie fellow’s a dancer!

Hip hip!

HHUURREEHH.

Right yous: The barman had arrived at the table. That’ll do, he said, or the polis’ll be in here in a minute. And you dont want to end up getting huckled now eh?

Give us a kiss, said Donnie.

A silence followed. John spoke first. He said to the barman: Do you know how much we’ve spent in here the night!

What did he say there? The barman was staring at Donnie.

Nothing.

He didnt say anything, replied Billy.

Give us a kiss, said Rab.

Aw naw. .

Right then! cried the barman and he turned and strode towards the door that separated the lounge bar from the public bar.

After a pause Donnie said: Watch closely. And pulling back his arm, he took aim with the pint glass and then heaved it against the wall opposite.

One of the waitresses screamed.

Donnie was grabbing for one of the carry-out bags of beer from below the table and racing for the exit. The sound of voices and a door slamming shut. Then the other four were onto their feet and lifting the other carry-out bag and running after him. Out on the pavement they ran to the left side of the building, down a lane of cobbled stones, their footsteps echoing round the high tenement buildings. Donnie was standing at the end of it, waving them on, one arm clutching the carry-out bag against his chest. He roared a laugh and then set off running once more.

•••

It was Margaret, calling him and chapping the door. He turned onto his side, tugging the quilt to his chin. She was telling him tea was ready. Okay, he said. And once she returned along the lobby he got up off the bed. He sat on the edge for several moments, eyelids closed. He yawned and looked about for his socks; they were lying beside his shoes on the floor and he pulled them on. He was already wearing his jeans and a tee shirt. He put on a jersey, glanced at the top of the cupboard; a box of matches lying by itself next to the alarm clock.

In the washroom he doused his face and neck with cold water and grunted while towelling himself dry.

She was dishing out the food onto the three plates when he went ben the kitchen. He sniffed and sighed.

She muttered, Flatterer.

Naw, he said, honest — it smells great.

Tch!

He grinned; and when she had finished he lifted two of the plates, carried them into the front room. The television was on, the volume down low. Robert was reading a paper.

The three of them ate in silence, gazing at the news programme.

Robert made as though to collect in the empty plates afterwards but Tammas was up from the settee immediately. I’ll do it, he said. Smashing dinner Margaret!

It was! grinned Robert.

No that good.

Aye it was, honest.

God, she said, the two of yous’re at it next.

Tammas was switching on the transistor radio while closing the kitchen door. He filled a kettle and set it to boil, arranged the crockery and cutlery in the washing-up bowl.

When he had cleaned and dried everything, and generally tidied the kitchen he returned to the front room with a book he had been reading earlier. The television was being watched by Margaret and Robert. A quiz programme. Eventually Robert said to him: I know what it is now! Go on the broo and stop smoking!

Tammas glanced at him, then he smiled briefly.

You should be encouraging him, said Margaret.

I am! He’s doing terrific!

Are you trying to stop smoking right enough? she asked.

Aye, a bit.

A bit?

He shrugged turned a page in the book.

Start training and get back into the football, said Robert. He smiled. So where is it the night anyway?

Tammas gestured at the television.

On a Friday night!

Tammas grinned.

Heaven sake man you’re letting the side down! A Friday night and you’re staying in! What are you married or something!

Hh! Margaret turned her head from him. Chauvinist pig! She leaned across and punched his shoulder.

That’s sore!

She chuckled, getting up from her chair; and she walked out the room. Robert glanced at Tammas: You staying in right enough.

Aye.

Robert nodded. He shifted on his chair, put his hand into his hip pocket, and brought out a small wad and rapidly peeled off two single £1’s. Here, take it quick.

Tammas hesitated.

Come on, before your sister gets back.

Tammas took the money. Thanks.

•••

The bank had reached five winning coups and the man holding it nodded at the dealer then proceeded to withdraw all the money lying. He folded it neatly away and rose from his seat. He nodded again, before leaving the gaming room.

The dealer smiled and shook his head, tapped his fingers on the edge of the horseshoe table. What d’you make of that Deefy?

Deefy nodded.

An elderly guy who was sitting to the side said, The cunt’s a millionaire too. I dont think I’ve ever seen him lose.

He’s no skint anyhow! muttered another punter.

The dealer was sitting back on his chair and he yawned and then stretched. Never mind, he said, an early bath’ll do us all a bit of good.

That us finished? frowned a man.

How, are you wanting to take the new bank?

It’s a winner!

I know it’s a winner, put your money in.

The man sniffed and looked away.

Anybody else? asked the dealer, and he looked about at the others. Most of those left in the room had been spectating for the past half hour or so. The dealer’s gaze settled on Tammas for a moment.

Tammas shook his head. Then he got up and walked through into the snacks’ room and ordered a roll and sausage and a cup of tea. He was eating it while reading tomorrow morning’s Daily Record, when Deefy sat down at his table. After a moment he said to Tammas: How d’you do son, alright?

Couple of quid I won.

Good.

Want a cup of tea or something?

Deefy looked at him.

A cup of tea?

Naw son, no me.

Tammas nodded, he drank a mouthful of his own tea and added: I was thinking of taking a walk up the Royal, see if there’s anything doing.

The Royal. They’ll be playing poker.

Aye, I was thinking of taking a walk up.

Deefy nodded.

Fancy coming along?

Aye, no bother son. Deefy patted the tie he was wearing. You okay? Will I get you one?

Ta, aye.

I’ll get you one. Deefy glanced about at the folk in the room and stood up.

Tammas ate the last piece of food, swallowed the last of his tea.

Outside in the lane frost glinted on the brickwork and close in at the foot of the walls white showed on the tips of some weeds. Deefy tugged the hat down onto his ears and adjusted a woollen scarf about his neck. You’d think it was the winter already, he grunted.

Tammas nodded, upturning the collar and lapels of his jacket.

At the Royal the doorman greeted Deefy and allowed them both entry without mention of signing the book. The casino was almost empty. But there was a small crowd gathered at the barrier round the poker table. Joe was one of the players. The man called Stan was not amongst the spectators. Tammas glanced to the side, then he left Deefy talking to the doorman. He lighted a cigarette before walking slowly along and into the coffee lounge. And Vi was here.

She was with Milly; they were at a table nearby the door. Milly looked to be dozing. Tammas approached the counter, looking to where the woman would stand who usually served behind it. Then he said, Hullo — I didnt expect to see you here the night. He inhaled on the cigarette and smiled briefly, glanced back across the counter.

Vi had clicked open her handbag. She took out a cigarette.

I never saw that guy, Stan.

Did you no. That’s because he’s no here.

Mm. He never came?

No.

He nodded, he glanced back across the counter then shrugged and he walked to her table, nodded at an empty chair, and sat down on it.

Sit down, she said.

What?

I said sit down, on the chair.

He nodded, sniffed, inhaled on the cigarette. Milly had opened her eyelids. It’s you, she murmured.

Tammas smiled. Hullo.

She blinked at him.

Did you win at roulette?

Me?

Aye, did you win?

Milly sighed and said to Vi: Give us a fag hen.

Vi gave her the packet and she extracted one. Tammas had the matches out and he struck one for her. She accepted the light without comment. She glanced at Vi: I’m away to see how Joe’s getting on.

Vi made no response.

Tammas watched Milly leave, closing the door behind herself. After a moment he inhaled deeply, looked over to the counter. He coughed slightly, cleared his throat.

Vi said, I’m going home.

You’re going home?

That’s what I said.

He stared at her.

She returned the stare. I dont want to keep you from the cards.

He nodded. I’m no bothering — the cards, I’m no bothering. Poker and that. . he shrugged: You need a score to sit in. I’m short of a couple of quid.

O, sorry.

What?

I said sorry. O God! Vi shook her head and she clasped her handbag to her side and got up from her chair.

You definitely going home the now?

Yes.

Christ Vi. You take the needle hell of a quick.

Well no wonder, your stupid bloody questions!

Tammas began rising from his chair. Vi had walked to the door. She tugged on the handle and opened it and walked out, She crossed to where Milly was standing and she whispered something to her. Tammas waited by the coffee lounge entrance for her. He followed her through to the wee cloakroom where she lifted a barrier to collect her own coat. Glancing to the side she muttered, What do you want?

He looked at her.

I said what do you want?

What do I want, nothing. I’ll see you to the taxi.

What taxi?

Are you no getting a taxi?

She made no reply, pulling on her coat and adjusting her hair while gazing into a large mirror on the wall.

I’ll get you a taxi, he said.

You neednt bother.

Look Vi. .

Look yourself.

He went after her, meeting the doorman in the lobby. He nodded to him, continued on downstairs.

On the pavement Vi was waving down a taxi and he arrived in time to open the door for her. She got in without looking at him. When he made to follow she held her arm up and frowned at him: Where d’you think you’re going?

Can I no get seeing you home like?

Tch! She shook her head.

The driver called: Where to?

Hang on a minute, said Tammas. Look Vi. .

O look yourself!

Come on. .

Come on what!

Hey jimmy! The driver was frowning at him: You annoying the lassie?

Naw. He sniffed and then stepped inside, sitting down beside her.

The driver was waiting.

Eh Vi, going to tell the fellow the address?

She said nothing.

Come on Vi.

She shifted on the seat, stared out the window.

The driver said, You okay hen?

She turned, puffed on her cigarette and stubbed it out in the ashtray. Then she cleared her throat and gave him the destination. The journey took more than ten minutes. Nothing was said during it. Tammas sat gazing out the near window. Occasionally he noticed the driver watching him in the rear mirror. At her closemouth he tipped the driver before following her in and upstairs; she lived on the second top storey. She muttered unintelligibly while fumbling on the front door key. Neither had spoken to the other since leaving the taxi. But now, with the door ajar, she glanced at him. She said: I told you no to come.

He nodded then shrugged and about turned. The door did not shut immediately, not until he had reached the first landing. And he paused a moment before carrying on down the stairs and out through the close.

The south side of the city was unfamiliar to him. Aside from the name of the main road he recognised nothing. He walked quickly. The windscreens of parked cars had frosted over and his breath came out in puffs of steam. In a gap site piles of rubble and different stuff had been heaped as though for a bonfire and the frost showed on the edges of it. He halted at a doorway to light a cigarette. Then the sound of a taxi approaching.

•••

McCann was crossing the road, glancing sideways and moving quickly to avoid a big lorry. Reaching the pavement he brushed the sides of his trousers, shaking his head and gazing after it. These bastards try to splash you! he cried.

Tammas nodded.

They walked on together, detouring to the corner of the street where Billy lived. While they were standing waiting McCann asked, Any fags?

Naw. . Tammas brought a cigarette dowp out from behind his ear. This is to last me till Christmas.

McCann smiled. That wife of mine’s, she’s started hiding her handbag!

Another five minutes passed before Billy appeared. They strode along the main road, pausing occasionally to look in at the displays in shop windows. It was Billy stopped at the jeweller’s. Still there, he said, pointing to a gold watch with a white face and black Roman numerals.

Billy! McCann shook his head. D’you think there’s only one of the fuckers! Christ almighty, they’ll have half a hundred of them through in the back shop.

What?

They’ll just take a fresh yin out whenever some cunt buys one.

Hh.

Maybe no, said Tammas. A lot of jewellers like just to have a couple of things at once.

McCann was about to reply but his attention was attracted elsewhere, and he muttered, See yous in a minute. . He crossed over the road, watched by the other two. He approached a man and woman who were standing outside the post office.

He’ll be trying to tap them, said Billy.

Tammas nodded.

McCann and the pair were chatting now and the other man could be seen laughing at something said by him and then putting his arm round the woman’s shoulders.

Tammas said, Come on.

They started walking, halted about fifty yards farther on, at a corner beside a pub. Tammas took the dowp from behind his ear and struck the match, got it going. Billy asked, Give us a drag man?

Tammas gave him it.

Billy dragged twice on it and returned it. See the results at Shawfield last night?

Naw, no yet.

Only two favourites. Punters must’ve took a hammering.

Maybe.

No think so?

Depends.

Billy nodded.

McCann was walking along on the pavement opposite now.

When he made the crossing he did so without looking in their direction. The other two fell into step with him. He winked and led them into the next tobacconist’s. Billy laughed: You’re a genius.

Think nothing of it, replied McCann.

After signing on they headed round to the job centre but Tammas halted at the entrance. See yous later. .

What d’you mean? asked Billy.

I’ll see yous later.

Where you off to?

Just a message.

Aw aye. . Billy glanced at McCann.

Look, said Tammas, and he smiled, held his hands palms upward. I’m away to see if I can get a few bob. If I can I’ll fucking send you a postcard, alright!

No want us to come with you?

Naw, best no.

Billy shrugged.

Just as he was about to walk off McCann brought his cigarettes out and gave him one. Hope you’re lucky!

Tammas grinned. Ta.

A few guys in boilersuits were standing about talking together at the junction of the main road and the street leading up to the factory. He recognised a couple of faces but made no acknowledgments. He stood with his back to the wall of the pub for a time. Eventually he entered. A man stared at him and smiled: How’s it going? You got a job yet?

Naw, said Tammas.

Through in the lounge he spotted Murdie immediately; he was sitting at a table with another man towards the rear of the room. Tammas, he said. He looked at his companion: Mind Tammas?

Aye. How’s it going Tammas?

Ah no bad.

Take a seat.

Naw, no got much eh. . I just come in when I was passing and that — Murdie. That message? Mind?

O aye. Murdie nodded.

Can I see you about it?

Outside! grinned Murdie.

Naw, I dont eh. . Tammas sniffed: Just for a minute.

Actually, said the other man, I’ve got to go for a slash.

Tammas sat down as soon as he had gone.

Want a fag? said Murdie, opening the packet and giving him one.

It’s that twenty quid man. Tammas paused, accepting a light. He exhaled smoke.

Murdie was shaking his head. I know. I’ve been meaning to fucking weigh you in long before this. But listen Tammas dont fucking worry about it I mean at least you know you’ll get it.

Tammas nodded.

I mean I gave you that tenner.

Murdie that was fucking ages ago. Aye, I know, Christ.

I mean I’m right out the fucking game man. . Tammas sniffed and stared at the table.

Murdie sipped at his beer and grimaced. Tammas, he said, I’ve got three fucking weans. Christmas is coming — know what I mean?

Tammas frowned at him then glanced away. He had noticed the other man coming from the lavatory.

Murdie was saying: I know it’s out of order but what can I do? I’m owing half the wages this week as it is. I mean I’m no kidding you. I was up at that chemmy a couple of week ago and took a right fucking hammering.

Tammas looked at him.

Honest.

When am I going to get it then?

Soon.

Soon! Tammas shook his head, inhaled on the cigarette.

At least you know I’ll give you it.

Hh.

The other man was returning. Tammas got up and moved out from the table. Murdie asked, Have you seen auld Ralphie?

Tammas made no reply. The other man had sat down and was sipping beer. Murdie continued: He was talking about you the other day, wondering how you were getting on and all that.

Tammas nodded.

I’ll tell him I saw you.

The other man gestured at the pint of beer he was holding: You no having one yourself?

Naw, said Tammas.

•••

He blinked and shielded his eyes from the glare of the electric light. The book he had been reading lay closed; it dropped into the hollow left by his elbow and he raised himself to see the time. It was just after 3 am. He got off the bed.

Rain was falling. He stared out the window, watching some of it gather in a puddle on the ledge. He drew the curtains, went to the bathroom and to the kitchen. He filled a kettle to make tea and put on the grill, toasted a couple of slices of bread. When it was prepared he returned with it to the bedroom and got undressed and into bed. He had a cushion which he packed in beneath his pillow, opened his book at the page he had left off reading earlier. Then he reached for a slice of toast.

•••

After he had cashed the giro he went home and reckoned out the money, leaving different sums arrayed on top of the bedside cupboard. He took enough for a couple of pints and a game of dominoes. About 1 o’clock he was involved with Brian McCann and some others in a game of knockout when Phil from the betting shop came in. He waved Tammas over.

They exchanged hullos. Phil went on, Quite a decent boy that nephew of mine; he lets me skip out for a half now and again! He smiled and sipped at his whisky, and added, You’re looking a bit healthier than the last time I was in here.

Tammas grinned, indicated the whisky: Want another yin?

Naw son I’ll no bother — got to keep the head clear. He drank the rest of his whisky. Then he cleared his throat and lowered his voice while saying: The 6th son, keep your eye on the 3 dog.

Tammas frowned slightly.

I’m talking about this afternoon’s card. 6th race trap 3 — at least you’ll know it’s been trying. . Phil patted him on the side of the shoulder.

Christ, Phil, thanks.

It’s no problem son. And by the bye, I dont have to tell you. . He tapped the side of his head: Say nothing.

Tammas nodded.

O and son. . Phil smiled: Mind and bet it in another bloody shop.

He returned to the domino game when the elderly man had gone. McCann was looking at him. One of the others said, A nice auld guy that.

Phil, aye. Tammas nodded.

He played one more game of knockout before leaving the pub. Upstairs in his bedroom he collected all the money from the top of the cupboard. He travelled by bus to the bookmaker’s Billy worked in. The closing stage of a horse race was in progress when he arrived, a neck and neck struggle developing between the favourite and a big outsider. The shop was very busy. As the big outsider began to forge ahead on the run to the line the muttering from the punters became an angry outburst. Up on the passageway beneath the boards Billy was standing waiting to mark up the returned odds; he was shaking his head. Down below a punter was calling to him: These results are fucking out of order!

Billy nodded. When he saw Tammas he grinned then shook his head again.

Tammas stood to the side. He kept the wad of notes in his pocket right through the remainder of the horse racing programme and on to the 6th dog race. He told Billy of the tip. But Billy was skint; he already owed half the week’s wages. Tammas loaned him £4 to make the bet. This reduced his own to £16, but dog 3 won the race at 7/2 and his return amounted to £72.00 less tax. Once he had been paid he remained near to the pay-out window, leaning on a ledge, gazing at the formpages. Billy signalled him over and handed him his betting receipt without a word. Tammas stared at it. He had not bet dog 3 as a single bet. Billy had wagered the £4 he had given him on a losing forecast.

After the last race he helped him sweep the floor and generally clean the premises up. Then they went by bus to Simpson’s. It was just on 5.30 pm and quite empty. They carried their pints to a table near the darts’ area.

Fancy a game? said Billy.

Cant be bothered. Tammas peeled the cellophane off the new packet of cigarettes, gave one to him. They sat without speaking for a time. Tammas had a morning newspaper and he brought it out, began reading. Eventually Billy asked, You going to Shawfield the morrow night?

Naw.

With that wad in your pocket! Billy grinned. You sure!

Tammas sniffed. What about you, are you going?

Me! Naw. . I’m skint man.

I know, I know you’re skint.

Billy looked at him for a moment. Hazards of the job. Ever hear of a rich boardman!

Tammas did not answer. He continued to read the newspaper. Soon he folded it up again. He laid it on the table and drank a large mouthful of beer, shifted position on the seat so that he was facing the television screen.

Billy said: What’s up?

What’s up? Fuck all’s up.

Aye there is.

Tammas shrugged.

Is it because I backed that forecast?

What?

Nothing. Billy inhaled deeply and he blew out smoke at the ceiling. Then he stared in the direction of the television.

The first time auld Phil’s ever gave out a tip and you’ve got to go and fucking blow it man. I mean the first time he’s ever. .!

Ach I get tips every day of the week in that fucking job.

No from auld Phil you dont.

Billy closed his mouth tightly and he sighed. He dragged on the cigarette, began drumming his fingers on the edge of the table, staring at the television.

I want to ask you a question Billy, straight: when did you last get a turn?

What? Billy frowned at him.

A turn, when did you last get a turn? I mean you must be the only cunt in Glasgow that never fucking gets one. I mean never! You never fucking win! When did you last win?

Billy lifted his pint glass and sipped from the beer.

What I mean man Christ! that was a good tip, a good fucking tip.

Aye cause it won.

Aye cause it fucking won, aye. Auld fucking Phil gave us it man. I mean I went all the way out to fucking give you it. I gave you four quid. You were skint. And then you turned round and bet a forecast, a stupid fucking forecast. I mean Billy I brought out the dough to bet the one dog, just that one.

I’ll give you it fucking back.

That’s no the point but.

Billy swivelled round on his seat and cried, Will you give us a break eh! He shook his head and swivelled back again.

Tammas continued to sit for a few moments. Eventually he muttered, I’m away up for my tea.

Billy did not respond.

•••

The Royal was crowded approaching 1.30 am and being a Saturday night the casino would have to shut its doors at 2 o’clock; but the poker would continue in a private room. The roulette and blackjack tables were all in use and there was a small crowd round the craps game. Tammas walked on through to the coffee lounge. He sat at an empty table with the following morning’s Sunday Mail. On an inside page at the back he found a tiny report on the match Rab had been playing that afternoon though apart from the team list his name was not mentioned.

I thought it was you!

Tammas glanced up, grinning when he saw Joe coming towards him. Hullo Joe, how’s it going?

Here! What you been doing to that wee lassie?

What. .

Joe had sat down facing him, and he chuckled. I dont think I’ve ever seen her in a bloody casino as much in my life! About three weeks on the trot she’s been here! Did you no see her?

Naw but I’ve no really been through yet.

Joe grinned.

Tammas peered in the direction of the gaming section.

She’s at the roulette with Milly. And I’ll tell you something son; never teach a woman how to gamble unless you’re a masochist cause they’ll ruin you! No kidding!

Tammas offered him a cigarette but he declined. I’m trying to stop it, he said, a couple of cigars a day I’m down to. It’s bad for you ye know!

Tammas grinned, but he shut the packet without taking one for himself. He tapped the junior match report and turned the page for Joe to see. That’s a mate of mine Joe — McCorquodale — he’s just signed senior with an English team.

Aw great — that’s smashing! Get him away from this place eh!

Hull City.

Joe nodded. Great.

Tammas turned the newspaper back round and after a moment he asked, What time’ll the poker be starting?

Directly. How? D’you fancy your chances?

Eh. .

Have you ever sat down before like?

Naw, no in here. I used to play at work sometimes — plus with the mates and that.

Aye but it’s not quite the same thing son. And it’s stud they play here as well remember.

I know.

Mm. Joe nodded, then indicated his wristwatch. Okay, well, if you are wanting a seat you better be smartly out the boxes cause there might be a rush! Joe had risen from his seat while talking and as he turned to leave he added: By the way, what age are you?

What age? Me?

Aye.

Tammas nodded. Twenty two.

Twenty two. Aye, that’s about what I thought you’d be. Joe smiled.

Once he had gone Tammas got up and purchased a cup of coffee. He opened the cigarette packet, thumbed through the newspaper. About five minutes later Vi appeared in the doorway. He watched her approach. She was showing him something in her right hand — a big pile of casino chips, which she placed untidily on the table in front of him. Count them for me, she said.

He did so immediately. Twenty one quid. Christ sake Vi you’ve done great. Much did you start with?

She shrugged. It’s all winnings. Plus I gave Milly five pounds.

Hh. Christ! He grinned, then pushed the coffee towards her: I just got this for myself but I’m no really thirsty.

Neither am I.

Aw. He nodded, took two cigarettes out and gave one to her; he struck a match and she leaned to take a light from its flame. And she asked: Did you get home alright the other time?

The other time?

You were away so bloody fast! I didnt even know if you had enough for a taxi.

I did. Hey d’you fancy something to eat?

I’m no hungry at all. You do if you want but, you get something.

I’m no bothering. But I mean if you wanted something. . He shrugged.

I dont, thanks.

Mm. He sniffed, dragged on the cigarette and exhaled at the floor.

Are you playing poker the night?

Ah I’m no sure.

Joe says you carry a bit of luck.

Does he?

Aye.

Honest?

Vi nodded. She lifted her handbag onto her lap and opened it, and footered with something inside.

Actually I was going to play — give it a try anyway.

He says it’s quite hard, Joe — a lot of good players.

Hh.

It’ll be right if Joe says it.

O aye I know, I wasnt meaning that I just — it doesnt really matter if I go skint, I’m no really worried.

Vi looked at him.

He sniffed, inhaled on his cigarette. What I mean is that I’ve got enough to lose without worrying about it.

She shrugged slightly, gazed back down into her handbag.

I’m no actually bothered anyway. About playing I mean.

Vi’s cigarette had been smouldering on the edge of the ashtray and when she lifted it a length of grey ash remained behind. She glanced at him and then across at the counter.

D’you fancy going like?

What d’you say?

Tammas shrugged. I was just wondering, whether you fancy just going, just now I mean.

Vi made no answer.

Is that guy Stan with you?

No.

Good then I could see you home. Eh? Eh Vi?

She shrugged.

Can I see you home?

If you like.

•••

With the door unlocked she paused before pushing it open and stepping inside, into a tiny lobby. She waited until he was beside her then put on the light, closed and locked the door. He followed her into a room; it was a kitchen, with a bed in a wall recess. There were a small table with two wooden chairs, a two-seater settee and a television set on its own legs.

Vi filled a kettle at the sink, switched on the electric cooker and put the kettle on a ring.

On the bed, at the foot of it, sat a big doll and a weer one. Other toys were on the floor to the side of the fireplace. Things belonging to a girl. On the mantelpiece was a photograph of a baby in a sort of babychair.

Vi had switched on the electric fire and was now preparing two mugs of coffee. Tammas was sitting on the edge of the settee, he turned to say: Does she sleep ben the room? the wee lassie?

Vi frowned. Ben what room! Anyhow, d’you really think I’d leave her by herself while I was away out gallivanting?

He nodded.

She passed him a mug of coffee and came round to sit down on the other side of the settee, putting the mug down on the floor. She kicked off her shoes and reached to massage her toes. She’s across the landing. . In with Cathy, my neighbour.

Aw aye.

In fact, I think I better go in and see how she is. Vi pulled a pair of slippers from beneath the settee and she slipped them on. She took a key from the mantelpiece. I’ll just be a minute.

Fine, aye.

When she had gone he took off his jacket and then took off his shoes, and he lighted a cigarette, stretched his legs so that his feet were just to the front of the fire. Then he nipped the cigarette into an ashtray. His coffee was untouched. He carried it to the sink and emptied it down the drain. Back on the settee he put a cushion in at the small of his back and he stretched out once more.

It was nearly half an hour she was gone. He heard the outside door being unlocked, opened, closing and being locked again; all very quietly. Vi entered. He had his eyelids shut and he did not move. She waited by the door for a long time. She came forwards, very quietly. Another few seconds and she began humming a tune, began moving about the room. On two occasions he was aware of a breeze when she passed close bye, her skirt perhaps.

Then the click of the light switch and he opened his eyelids. He could hear her undressing behind the settee. And then the mattress jolting. And after she had settled he listened to her breathing, irregular at first.

When he awakened he felt really stiff, his shoulders and neck and legs all cramped. And he had been lying on his cigarette packet. He leaned to turn off the electric fire, sitting until the bars stopped glowing. He lifted the half cigarette from the ashtray and found his matches on the floor. He did not smoke it. He knelt on the floor and stared across at the bed. Vi’s shape was easily recognisable though he could not hear her breathing. He stood up.

She was on her back, and the shape of her breasts, rise falling pause, rise falling pause. She lay close in to the wall. After a moment he returned to between the fire and the settee and he took off his clothes but left on his underpants. At the bedside he raised the blankets and the sheet very carefully, very slowly, until there was enough space for him to climb inside. He lay on his back close to the edge without moving for a period, gradually inclining his head in her direction, becoming more aware of her warmth, a smell of perfume or soap. Then he turned a little, to touch her shoulder with his left hand, the material of her nightdress nudging his forefingernail.

He watched her and listened but except for her breathing there was neither sound nor movement. She was asleep. He kept on watching her.

The next he woke up the kettle was boiling, whistling; and the smell of bread toasting beneath the grill. He lay in the same position as he had awakened, watching her. She did not notice. He continued to watch her for a wee while then he said, Hullo Vi. And he raised himself up to rest on his elbows.

She poked her tongue out at him, turned to check the toast. He grinned and got out of bed. About time too, she said and she glanced at him, and glanced away immediately. He had an erection. He coughed and grabbed his trousers, pulled them on at once and went ben the lavatory. He pissed eventually but got another erection. After a moment he took out the wad of notes from his hip pocket and he counted it, studied the numbers of each one.

When he returned to the kitchen she was sitting on the settee munching a slice of toast. Yours is under the grill, she told him. Tea’s in the pot — unless you want a coffee. .

Doesnt matter, thanks; tea’s great. He lifted his shirt from the wooden chair and took it with him to the sink. He washed his hands and face and neck. There was a mirror to the side. When he glanced in it he saw Vi looking at him. Then she looked away. He smoothed his hair down with his hands. What time is it? he asked.

Ten, about.

Is that all. That’s good. He had turned to the oven, bending slightly to pull out the grill-pan. It made a sort of grating noise.

Vi smiled at him for a moment then she looked at the fire.

He put the toast back down. He stepped towards her and he took both of her hands in his and leaned to her but she rose from the settee. They put their arms round each other, clinging together, then he kissed her neck, and upwards to the lobe of her ear, and she moved her head a little, till they were kissing each other’s lips; then they broke away and clung with their arms round each other again and Vi chuckled.

Vi, he said. He sighed and lifted her up off the floor, walked forwards still holding her.

Put me down, she said and she had to raise her feet to avoid kicking something.

He laughed but continued towards the recess and as she toppled onto the bed he went with her, landing almost on top of her and they were kissing again. She arched her back from him when he attempted to unloosen the strap of her bra but tugged her jumper back down when he pulled it up. She pushed him from her and he stood down. It’s okay, she said. Just. . we’ll go into bed first.

Aw, Christ. He shook his head and turned away. She had begun to tug the jumper over her head, the bra cups lying half off her breasts.

I dont mind you looking, she muttered.

He shook his head. Then he glanced at her.

•••

The Art Gallery & Museum would not be opening for another hour. They walked on round the building and along behind the bowling green, across Kelvin Way and into the park. They walked down by the river. The trees were bare and the river was quite swollen. Keeps the smell down, said Tammas. Gets hell of a pongy in the summer. Hey, come on up the duck pond and I’ll show you the rats!

Vi laughed.

The child’s name was Kirsty. When they arrived at the pond Tammas lifted her down from Vi’s arms and he held her so that she was sitting on the bevelled railing surrounding the bank of the pond. He squatted next to her, pointing at the island: Under the bushes there Kirsty, just watch under the bushes, just at the edge. You as well Vi.

I cant see a thing. Apart from the ducks!

Patience, patience. . He continued to squat, balancing the girl with one hand while pointing out to the bushes. Then there was movement and he whispered, See it? the bush shaking. .

Where?

At the edge, just keep watching.

I cant see anything. Eh Kirsty? can you? Can you see anything?

The girl made no response, but she gazed in the direction of the island.

Definitely rats there, said Tammas.

At that moment about half a dozen birds flew down to settle on the pond.

Tammas said, Should’ve brought some bread with us Vi, the wee lassie would’ve liked to feed them. And the ducks as well right enough. Hey. . Look. . Now, the bushes.

Vi moved closer to him, her gaze going with the direction he was pointing in. She shook her head.

O Christ, he said, Vi — you cant miss it! Biggest I’ve seen for years! Big grey yin! See it? Look! Kirsty, Kirsty, can you see it? Can you see it? the big rat? O Christ, a beauty.

I cant see a thing. .

After a moment Tammas said, It’s away. He stood up, lifted the girl from the railing and returned her to Vi.

I think you were seeing things.

Naw, you kidding! You wouldnt’ve missed it either if you’d been looking properly.

What d’you mean looking properly? I was looking properly. I was looking properly for the past ten minutes and I’m bloody freezing!

Ach. . Doesnt matter. Come on, we’ll go to the swing park — eh Kirsty? want a shot on the swings? He lifted her back from Vi again and attempted to raise her so that she could sit on his shoulders but she kicked with her feet and he had to duck and then land her on the ground.

Vi took the girl by the hand. Sometimes she’s a bit funny. And I dont think she likes being up high either.

Tammas nodded. Okay Kirsty? He winked at her, stepped round the way so that he was walking with the girl inbetween himself and Vi; and gradually he took her by the hand. When they reached the swing park he stood behind one of the swings while Vi sat the girl down on it, fixing her hands to grip onto the iron chains which were attached from the swing to the cross section above. He lighted a cigarette and gave it to Vi, lighted one for himself. This is great, he said.

She raised her eyebrows at him.

Naw, honest.

Dont be daft.

Naw, I mean it Vi; it’s the best day I’ve had for years.

She looked at him.

He smiled briefly. If you had seen the rat right enough, that would’ve topped it. He shook his head and glanced away from her, inhaled deeply and blew the smoke away over his shoulder.

Kirsty said: Mum. . And she withdrew her hands from the chains, holding them out to Vi who lifted her off immediately.

The shute, said Tammas. Fancy it?

Vi shrugged, she was holding the girl so that her back was to him.

Think she fancies it?

Ask her and see.

Tammas walked round the back of Vi and he winked at Kirsty. Fancy a shot on the shute?

I think it’ll be too damp, said Vi, after a moment.

Mm.

No think so yourself?

He shrugged. Suppose it will be.

Vi smiled. We’ll go to the Art Gallery. She cuddled the girl and murmured. Eh Kirsty? will we go to the Art Gallery? get nice and warm!

You’d think it was cold to hear you.

Cold! God! It’s bloody December! And I dont know how you survive with just that daft jacket! Vi shook her head and she turned and walked off in the direction of the Art Gallery.

Naw, he said, hey! Hey Vi — mon we’ll go to the cafe across the road!

As long as it’s warm.

Course it’s warm. He put his arm round her waist but she twisted to settle Kirsty more comfortably in her arms, and he stepped aside, put his hands in his trouser pockets.

Tammas. . do you mind if we just went home?

Naw. He shrugged.

D’you mind?

He looked at her. Me as well like? I mean have I to come with you?

She raised her eyebrows.

He grinned; he took her by the elbow.

I’d rather you didnt — it makes it hard for me to carry Kirsty.

Sorry.

It’s okay. There’s bacon and eggs in the house. And I can put out some chips.

He shook his head.

Is that alright?

Aye. Aye. It’s great. God, great.

During the early part of the evening, after they had eaten, Vi was washing clothes at the sink and Tammas was sitting to one side of the settee, gazing at the television. Kirsty was sound asleep, outstretched on the other side of the settee. Every so often he turned to watch Vi, smiling when she became aware of him. She placed her hands on her hips and said: I hope you’re satisfied!

Tell you something Vi, that was the best meal I’ve had in years.

O I know, bacon egg and chips — very unusual.

Aye fair enough but it was really good, I mean really.

Shut up! She turned back to the sink, immersing her hands in the washbasin, wringing an article of clothing. Tammas had got off the settee making very little noise and he came round behind her, encircled her waist with his arms, placing his chin on her right shoulder and his cheek to her cheek.

You’re putting me off.

Sorry. He moved his head round and kissed her on the mouth. Salt, he said, licking his lips.

O thanks! It’s probably yours anyhow.

He grinned, put his arms round her again, and she turned to face him. They kissed, clinging to each other. Then she broke from him: We better put the cot up. . She nodded at Kirsty and at the space between the side of the fireplace and the bed-recess. It goes in there.

Once they had done so Vi began getting the girl ready for bed. She did it very gently and very carefully and Kirsty seemed hardly to know what was happening; and she was back sleeping again when Vi laid her inside on the cot. She pulled over the blankets and stared at her. Then she bent and kissed her on the forehead. Kirsty smiled.

Tammas shook his head at Vi as she straightened. He returned to the settee while she plugged in a table lamp, switched off the main room light. She lowered the volume of the television before sitting down next to him. He put his arm round her shoulders and she leaned her head onto his. They were gazing in the direction of the television. The adverts came on around the middle of the programme. Tammas moved his head slightly. Heh Vi, he said, what’re the scratches on wee Kirsty’s stomach?

She continued gazing at the television.

I noticed them when you were changing her for bed.

Vi shifted away from him, she reached across to the mantelpiece for her cigarettes. He got his matches and struck one before she had a cigarette in her mouth. She accepted the light from him, then lifted her Sunday newspaper from the floor, began reading the front page.

Will I turn off the telly? he asked.

She shrugged.

I’ll keep it on if you like?

She turned a page: I dont mind what you do.

He nodded and waited a moment. D’you want me to go away?

She shrugged again.

Just say the word if you do.

Do you want to go away? she asked, with her gaze still to the newspaper.

No, I want to stay here.

Then I want you to stay here as well.

He put his hand on her shoulder. She continued gazing at the newspaper.

•••

Closing the front door he began to stroll along the lobby to his own room but the kitchen door jerked open and Margaret was there. Where’ve you been? she said.

Tammas could see Robert behind her, sitting at the kitchen table. I’m sorry, he replied. Honest Margaret, I meant to get in touch with you yesterday.

So you’re back? called Robert.

Aye, I’m sorry, I meant to get in touch yesterday but eh. .

You forgot? called Robert.

I’m sorry Margaret.

Tammas we were really worried.

Wait a minute. . Robert had got up from his chair and he came to stand next to Margaret. You were worried hen, no me. Eh? Just as well I never called in the polis!

We thought something serious had happened.

Tammas shook his head: I’m sorry, honest, it was a daft thing to do. He brought his cigarettes out and he lighted one quickly.

Robert pursed his lips and patted Margaret on the shoulder, and he left them to go through to the living room. Then Tammas followed his sister into the kitchen. I really am sorry, he was saying, honest Margaret.

She looked at him.

He took a wad of notes from his hip pocket and counted a sheaf, laid them on the table. That’s the rest of the money I owe you Margaret. It puts me up to date now. He laid down some more money: This makes me go two weeks in advance. Okay?

She made no answer.

He had taken his jacket off and now he sat down, unlaced his shoes.

Margaret said, I see you’re wearing your watch.

My watch?

Where’ve you been?

Ach. . I was just — nothing bad if that’s what you’re thinking.

Tammas.

Honest Margaret I wasnt doing anything bad.

Well where did you get the money then?

The money?

God Tammas I’m asking you.

Where I got the money? He inhaled deeply on the cigarette, coughed slightly. I just got a wee turn. I was owed a few bob as well. No mind I was telling you before? A guy from the factory? Owed me a lot of money.

Tammas! Margaret shook her head.

Honest.

They looked at each other. Then Margaret said, What have you been doing?

Nothing.

We’ve no seen you since Friday at tea-time.

Well I was here on Friday night.

You were here?

Aye — Friday night. I slept here, I was in my room.

Well it must’ve been late when you came in then.

Dont know.

And Saturday, and Sunday, and today — it’s nearly half past nine at night Tammas. That’s three days; three days you’ve been away.

Three? He frowned at her.

Saturday Sunday Monday. Three; one two three.

Mm.

I’m asking where you were.

Ach — I was just staying with somebody.

Who? It wasnt Rab because he was up for you yesterday afternoon and it wasnt Billy because Robert met him in the street.

Tammas nodded. What was Rab up for?

I dont know. Margaret had been standing with her arms folded; now she walked to the sink, turned the tap on then off. She came to sit at the table, facing him.

Tammas sniffed. I should’ve phoned Mrs Brady and asked her to tell you I was okay. I’m sorry, honest. The person I was with doesnt have a phone either.

Margaret looked at him. She shook her head: Tammas, I dont think you would’ve phoned even if you’d had the opportunity, because I dont think it would’ve even crossed your mind.

He stared at the edge of the table, reached to tap ash into the ashtray.

After a moment Margaret got up and left him. When the living room door shut he rose, went to his room and changed clothes. He lay on the bed. Then somebody chapped the door. It was Robert. Okay to come in? he called.

Aye.

Ta. . Robert closed the door and he strolled to the window with his hands in his pockets. He blew a sort of whistling noise between his lips, a tune, while gazing down into the street below. He sighed. You’re getting too old for this kind of carry on. It doesnt matter to me what you get up to — it’s your sister; she’s no your mother you know.

Tammas nodded. He was sitting up on the bed now.

She took the day off work by the way.

Aw. Tch.

What d’you expect but I mean she’s been heck of a worried. Eh? Surely you could’ve at least phoned? Robert glanced round at him, shaking his head.

I’m sorry. I really am Robert I just. . I never actually knew I wasnt coming back till too late. I didnt want to phone the auld yin up the stair in case it got her out her bed.

Robert nodded. He stared out the window again, hands in his pockets still, his shoulders rocking slightly.

Look eh Robert, could you tell Margaret, let her know and that, it was nothing bad, I mean, I’m no getting up to anything bad, if that’s what she thinks — actually I mean I think she does, I think she does think that.

Well no bloody wonder! Robert had turned back round again and he said: One minute you’re pinching ten pences out the meter-bowl and the next you’re taking taxis to the bloody broo! I mean what do you think people’s going to say? Eh?

I’m no thieving.

I know you’re no thieving. If I thought you were you’d be out the door in two seconds flat, never mind what your sister had to say about it.

Tammas sniffed.

Listen, I’m no thick; I go in for a pint to Simpson’s now and again myself. Aye! some strange places you’re running about these days — according to what I hear anyway! Gambling dens?

They’re no as bad as they’re made out to be.

Robert was gazing at him.

Honest, they’re no.

What d’you sing hymns or what! Robert shook his head then he smiled briefly.

Tammas cleared his throat. He reached for his cigarettes, glanced at his brother-in-law: I’ll be moving out shortly anyhow.

Robert nodded.

Soon as I find a place.

I’ll no force you Tammas. But maybe it’d be for the best.

Did you tell Margaret? about what you heard in Simpson’s I mean.

I did not, no, it’s no my place to tell her it’s yours.

Mm. He sniffed, struck a match and lighted the cigarette, exhaled: D’you think I should?

I dont bloody know. You’re a big boy now. She’s no daft but, she’s obviously got some idea.

Tammas nodded.

Why dont you find yourself a job?

No so easy.

I know it’s no so easy — that’s how people hang on to the ones they’ve got.

Tammas sighed.

Look I dont want to give you a lecture but that was really daft, chucking your job in.

I hated the bloody thing.

Robert shook his head. Then he muttered, Aye, probably best that you think of moving. Seriously Tammas, for your own good. Mind but, I’m no telling you to go.

Tammas nodded.

His brother-in-law had arrived by the door and he waited there with his hand on the doorknob. I wouldnt do that, he said, I wouldnt tell you to go.

I know.

Robert shrugged. Unless I lost my temper! Naw but it’s just Margaret, you know what like she is, she’s a heck of a woman for worrying and when you’re here and she doesnt know what’s happening and the rest of it. . Well, she just starts worrying and worrying and it’s hopeless.

Okay.

•••

The taxi stopped at the side entrance but before he could open the door three wee boys rushed forward, scrambling to reach the handle. Will yous fucking stop that! yelled the driver.

While Tammas was paying the fare one of the boys was banging shut the door and he gave him some change. Split that between yous, he told them.

In the bar underneath the stand he ordered a bottle of export and he stood reading the evening’s programme in the Adviser. The 1st and 2nd races were over. Once he had chosen the likeliest winners he asked a man closeby to tell him the results.

Then he swallowed the rest of the beer and went to the other counter, ordered a hot pie and a carton of soup. Then he spotted Billy and John; they were standing by the door peering about. He shouted to them, waving them over.

What a surprise, said Billy; finding you here!

Is there something up?

Billy winked: Just thought we’d come over and keep you company!

Want a pint? said John.

Eh naw, I’ll just stick with this. . He indicated the pie, and soup carton.

You sure?

I’ve just finished one.

Okay man — what about you Billy?

Aye, a lager.

John crossed to the bar. Immediately Tammas glanced at Billy: What d’you bring him with you for? He always puts the fucking mokkers on me?

It was him had the dough! Billy grinned: Better be careful, he’s here to ask you to go to England with him.

What?

Aye.

Fuck sake! Tammas bit a mouthful of the pie.

Billy nodded. You dont fancy it then?

How do you?

I dont know. At least there’s work — Manchester he’s talking about. Supposed to be a stack of factories and industrial estates and all that.

I thought your auld man was getting you into the copper works?

Billy shrugged.

After a moment Tammas said, D’you actually fancy England?

A wee bit man, aye, I must admit.

Hh! Tammas bit another mouthful, and he sipped at the soup. Better than beer on a night like this! he said. Hey was it really his suggestion to come over?

Aye, Christ, it wouldnt be mine anyway man I’m fucking skint.

Tammas nodded, grinned. The usual!

Cheeky bastard! Billy frowned slightly and turned to glance at the bar.

Probably fucked off home cause it’s his round! Billy grinned.

A few minutes before the off for the 3rd race Tammas had left the bar and gone to the betting enclosure. Very soon after he saw Billy standing just below the row of bookmakers. And then John was there beside him. Tammas went over. He slipped a £5 note to Billy.

John was saying, Favourite looks good Tammas eh?

He nodded.

D’you fancy it yourself?

It’s got a chance.

You backing it like?

Who me?

Aye, the favourite.

Naw. . Tammas glanced at Billy who was smiling. He added: It has got a chance but. I wouldnt chat you off it John. Ran a great race last Tuesday.

Last Tuesday?

Were you here on Tuesday? asked Billy.

Aye.

John said, Did you win?

Naw. What is this — fucking question-time! Tammas frowned and he peered at the track where the dogs were being held by their handlers for the vet to check them. Yous better hurry if yous want a bet, he said, and he left them there, made his way up to the part of the Stand from where he tried to watch most of the races.

He lighted a cigarette, put his hands in his trouser pockets and hunched his shoulders. There was a wee man with spectacles two terracing steps in front of him. Tammas leaned forwards: Hey Shuggie, fucking freezing the night eh?

Ah you’re no fucking kidding son! The wee man was smoking a roll up; he brought it out of his mouth and turned sideways to drop a mouthful of spit onto the ground. What d’you bet? he said.

Fuck all.

The wee man nodded. Hard race. I fancy the F.A.V. right enough.

Aye, it’s got a chance. So’s the 4 dog but.

Ran a good race on Saturday. Mind? came wide at the 3rd bend? Would’ve won out the fucking pack if it hadnt!

No danger. Tammas rubbed his hands: The backmarker’s got a chance as well!

I was thinking that myself. Any trouble round the 1st and it’ll be right up with them!

Tammas nodded, standing back up a step. Billy had appeared at his side, breathless, and whispering: Hey man thanks for the handful. . I mean it, honest, thanks.

Ssshh.

Then John appeared behind him. And the hooter was sounding, the stadium lights dimming. John stepped round the back of Billy and Tammas both, and he began speaking. It’s no as big a crowd as I expected. According to what I hear they really get great crowds at that White City track in Manchester.

Tammas laughed.

Naw I’m no kidding but.

Then the loud roaring as the dogs raced for the 1st bend. Tammas was watching and saying, The backmarker Billy, look at it go look at it go! It’s a certainty.

On you go the 1! Billy had his hands cupped to his mouth and yelled: On you go ya beauuttehh! 1 dog you’re a fucking moral!

The wee man turned and shouted: It’s a dancer! the backmarker! Favourite’s fucked!

The dog from trap 1 hit the front shortly before the last bend and it won easily. Billy threw his arms aloft and jumped at Tammas, flinging his arms round him and yelling: I got 6’s too ya fucking beauty! 6’s! 6 to fucking 1!

I didnt even know you had money! cried John.

He didnt! The bastard! Tammas laughed: I loaned him a fiver!

A fiver! What did you have on it? asked John.

Aw just a pound, said Billy, just a pound.

Still and all. .

Billy laughed.

After he had collected the winnings he paused a moment while John walked on, and he said to Tammas: Here, I’ll give you the fiver back.

Dont be daft! Hang on and see how it goes. Tammas grinned, It might be your night — you’ve fucking waited long enough!

And when you go into a pub it’s bitter you ask for, no heavy. That right Billy?

True. Billy grinned.

Aye but these Blackpool pubs, said John. I mean they were brilliant. And you thought the same as us Billy so dont give us it!

Naw I agree, I agree.

John shook his head. Even the lassies Tammas — and this pair we met, from Stockport they came. They were telling us Manchester pubs were the best you could get. Cabarets and all that as well. That right Billy?

Defintootly.

Ach shut your fucking mouth!

Wait a minute John I’m agreeing with you!

You’re no fucking agreeing with us at all!

Aye I am.

Heh, said Tammas, stop this fighting. We’ve got to dig out a winner for this next yin. Okay Billy, what’s it to be?

I’m divulging nothing.

Ach divulge man for fuck sake?

Naw, you’re not on.

Ach please?

Nope.

See yous pair! John shook his head. How come yous never tell any cunt what you’re betting?

The mokkers John boy the mokkers. Billy grinned: Never heard of the mokkers?

Seriously but.

Seriously! Well!

Tammas said, I dont mind telling you John — as long as you wait till after the thing’s won or got gubbed. I have to admit as well right enough, I dont even want to fucking talk about this race cause the nap’s going in it.

Your nap?

My nap.

Billy said: I know what it is.

What d’you mean you know what it is?

I know what it is man, that’s all.

Do you fuck.

I do man — you let it slip in Simpson’s last night.

I wasnt even fucking in Simpson’s last night!

Aye you were!

Was I fuck!

Well it must’ve been this morning then.

Ach. . John had opened the Adviser and was reading the tipster’s comments on the race. This guy fancies Real Smooth, he said to Tammas, what’d’you think man?

It’s got a chance.

Tch, according to you everything’s got a fucking chance!

John! that’s the whole fucking point!

Billy laughed.

Down in the betting enclosure Tammas made his bet quickly and was walking up the steps of the Stand when the other two came out from the bar. They arrived next to him just as the lights dimmed; then the hooter was sounding and the dummy hare railing towards the boxes. As the traps crashed open Tammas had his hands cupped to his mouth and he was roaring: On the Mona’s! On the Mona’s! Easy the Mona’s! Then he muttered, Bastard. . Mona’s is beat. Dog 3’s a stonewall.

What? cried John. On 3! On 3!

And Billy was yelling Go on the 3 dog! On the 3 dog! How far the Smooth! Go on the Smooth!

After the race Billy and John were pumping each other’s hands. John shouted: I put my money on at 5 to 2! 5 to 2!

Same with me. Ya fucking beauty! Billy began jumping on the spot: Ya fucking beauty! A fiver I had on it Tammas!

Tammas nodded. Mind you man you were a bit lucky. If the limit hadnt come off the rails then Mona’s would’ve came inside and end of story. He was fighting for it too — brave wee dog. Tammas shrugged: Then yours’s got a clear run right up the centre of the track. Still — a good winner.

He went to the bar immediately, leaving the others to collect their money. He was sipping at his beer when they entered. John was laughing and he said, It was a fucking great race but!

Aye, said Tammas, I just dropped a fifty right enough.

What?

After a moment John glanced at Billy who peered along the bar, then waved at a barmaid. John frowned at Tammas: Fifty quid man?

Tammas offered them from his cigarette packet without replying.

Christ Tammas you bet too much for me. The same when we won at the chemmy — mind? you turned round and stuck eighty pound on a horse?

Did I?

John looked at him.

Tammas smiled. Only kidding. . He stepped from the bar saying, See yous in a minute; I’m going for a slash.

He made his way through the crowded room in the direction of the lavatory but bypassed it and went outside.

It was far too early yet for betting on the next race. Punters were standing about chatting and reading raceforms; some wee boys dodged about playing games; two men leaned over the wall separating the enclosure from the racetrack, in conversation with a man in a white coat, a dog trainer.

Tammas had lighed a cigarette and he strolled along to the fenced off section, where the ordinary terracing started. He stood there for a time, until the cries of the bookies yelling odds had been happening for several minutes. He walked quickly to the betting enclosure. It was crowded. He moved in at once to lay his bet and was up in his position before the vet checked the greyhounds.

John was first to arrive. What happened to you? he asked. Billy bought you a drink. Still lying there on the bar.

Good. Nobody’ll touch it.

I wasnt fucking meaning that.

John, I wish you’d give us peace a minute. . Tammas turned away from him and he stared in the direction of the totalisator board. He sniffed and took out his cigarettes, gave one to John without speaking.

Are you losing a lot?

Naw am I fuck. Tammas shook his head; he sniffed again and glanced at him. Naw. . he shrugged.

John had his cigarette-lighter out and he flicked it and Tammas bent to take a light. John said, I dont know if Billy mentioned anything to you man but I was going to say if yous eh, the two of yous and that, if yous wanted to, it’d be good if the two of yous came down to England and that as well — cause I’m definitely going. Maybe next week.

To England you mean?

Aye. Manchester. There’s bags of work. And the night-life, it’s supposed to be really fucking brilliant man. I really fancy it. I think it’d be great. I mean this place is dead Tammas you’ve got to admit it.

Tammas shrugged. He glanced down the steps, seeing Billy appear, making his way in a hurry towards them.

John was saying: Even things like buying drinks I mean a guy in the work was telling us that the women down there, if you’re in a boozer with them they’re happy with a half pint of lager or a bottle of mild beer — no like here man, fucking bacardis and coke and all that! And with the three of us into it we’d get a decent flat.

Sounds interesting, said Billy.

The lights in the Stadium dimmed and the crowd hushed as the hooter sounded. From the traps the dogs could be heard scrabbling against the metal gates and then the hare was whirring past and the crowd roaring. Tammas stared at the dogs breaking and racing to the 1st bend. He was nodding, and he continued nodding as they rounded it and headed up the back straight. He dropped his programme to the ground; he turned and muttered, See yous in the bar.

•••

He wakened early on Christmas morning; ben the front room he switched on the electric fire and the television. There was a packet of cigars lying on the mantelpiece, a present from Robert and Margaret. He unwrapped the outer covering and extracted one, smelled it quite closely from end to end before inserting it in the corner of his mouth. And he gazed at himself in the mirror. When he struck the match for it he inhaled and coughed on it, and began to sneeze. In the kitchen he blew his nose, made a cup of instant coffee. He doused the cigar in the water gathered at the drain in the sink.

A film for children was beginning on television and he settled to watch it, sitting in Robert’s armchair, stretching out, his stocking soles to within a foot of the fire.

Eventually he dozed.

A lot of shouting and bawling was going on down in the street. A group of kids chasing after a girl on a bike. He watched them; one wee girl tossing what seemed like half a brick at the other girl’s back and it glanced off her and the handlebars could be seen jerking sideways but the girl managing to correct it and she cycled on, putting a good distance between herself and the rest of them. And the rest of them yelling after her. He drew the curtains and collected the partly smoked cigar from the kitchen but he left it on the mantelpiece, and walked to the front door and opened it, and he put the latch on and went upstairs quickly and chapped Mrs Brady’s door. He chapped it again. He folded his arms, shivering. He began moving from one foot to the other. Then he bent to lift the flap of the letterbox and peered inside. There were no lights on at all and the doors off the lobby were all shut.

He flapped the letterbox quite loudly, before returning downstairs. In the kitchen he filled a kettle to make a pot of tea. When the kettle boiled he switched on the grill and he toasted two slices of bread and cheddar cheese. And afterwards, sitting on the carpet in front of the fire, he relighted the cigar and watched television, eating some of the chocolates Robert and Margaret had given him.

•••

The elderly attendant pushed open the door for the pair to leave and as they walked up the stairs Billy began whistling. Tammas paused on the first landing and he shook his head, cleared his throat and spat to the ground. And he muttered, Fucking beats me how you can whistle man it really does.

Ah! Billy smiled: Got to be an optimist in this life. Anyhow Tammas dont worry about it, it was my three quid.

Tammas stopped walking. They were approaching the exit out to the pavement. He said: That’s a fucking good yin right enough — your three quid! Well well well.

What’s up?

What’s up? Fuck all up.

Billy had his hands in his trouser pockets and he hunched his shoulders and coughed slightly. Okay okay, he said, I’m still owing you some dough, if that’s what you’re fucking on about.

Naw, that’s no what I’m fucking on about.

Billy nodded. He sniffed and spat out onto the pavement.

That’s no what I’m on about.

Well what fucking are you on about then for fuck sake! Billy had turned sharply to face him, his face reddening.

After a moment Tammas replied. Nothing. . nothing at all Billy nothing at all. And he stepped out onto the pavement and started walking down towards Argyle Street.

Billy caught up with him. What you on about?

Tammas looked at him. What am I on about? You ya cunt. Your three quid. Your three quid. Christ sake man we’ve been helping each other out for fucking years and then you turn round and start that kind of fucking patter! Your three quid! Hh! fuck sake!

Billy made no answer and the two of them continued without talking for a while. About five minutes passed. They paused to glance in the display window of a men’s clothes shop. Tammas indicated a pair of trousers and muttered, No bad them.

Billy nodded. When they were walking on he said, Look Tammas I didnt mean it like that, about my dough and the rest of it.

Ach!

Naw but. . Billy nodded again, then he added: But I’m no kidding ye man sometimes I think you take it too serious.

Naw I dont. I dont take it too serious at all.

I think you do but, sometimes man.

Mm.

Naw but I’m no kidding ye.

Tammas nodded.

They were approaching a junction; the traffic-lights showed red and some people stood waiting the change but Tammas and Billy walked between them and crossed immediately, dodging a couple of motor cars. On the opposite pavement Tammas sniffed and he said, I’ll tell you something Billy, being honest, I’d rather take it too serious than the way you fucking take it — whatever that might be cause I dont fucking know.

Billy glanced at him. What you on about now?

Tammas shrugged. I’m telling you straight man.

Dont talk shite.

I’m no talking shite Billy.

Aye you are.

Naw I’m no man listen, see that fucking blue you missed? I’m no kidding ye, a five year old fucking wean could’ve potted it. Christ sake! I know everybody misses now and again but that was fucking ridiculous! And the pink was hanging too! Right over the middle bag man if you get the blue the game’s finished, finished.

Billy was nodding. Aye, it was a bad yin; I should never’ve missed it.

And it would’ve got us the dough too! And I mean. . Tammas grinned and shook his head: After that fucking brown! I mean that brown man! Christ! What a fucking shot! Length of the table man and you stopped the white dead! That’s one of the best pots you’ve ever done!

Billy nodded.

Position was perfect! Tammas stopped for a moment and felt behind his ear, and muttered: Thought I had a fucking dowp.

You smoked it.

Did I? Bastard! Tammas frowned and raised his right hand palm upwards and he gazed at the sky. It’s raining!

Naw it’s no — too cold; if it was going to rain it’d fucking snow.

That’s the fucking rain alright! Tammas shook his head, zipped his jerkin up to the top. Come on we’ll run.

Billy shrugged.

We’ll get soaked man!

Ah I cant be fucking bothered. I’m just walking.

Dont be daft! Tammas began trotting, a little way ahead he stopped and called: Come on ya cunt!

Nah! Cant be bothered.

Fuck sake Billy! Tammas turned, shaking his head, and he began to run, his head bowed as the rain started falling more heavily. Thirty or so yards on he slowed to look round once more; Billy was walking in a methodical manner, gazing at the pavement. Tammas continued running.

•••

He was dressed in his good suit and was wearing the shirt his sister had got him for Christmas. On his way out the bedroom he lifted two brown-paper packages from the cupboard. Margaret was in the kitchen, seated at the table, listening to the radio. When she glanced at the packages he said, Just a couple of things.

Presents?

Eh. .

A bit late surely?

He shrugged.

Anybody we know?

Eh. . no really Margaret. He paused, touched the collar of his shirt and smiled briefly: Ta.

She nodded. Will you be back?

Will I be back?

Tonight I mean. . Margaret sighed.

Aw, eh. .

Never mind.

Simpson’s Bar was quite busy. He carried his pint to a seat near a dominoes game in which McCann and Auld Roper were playing. Auld Roper pointed to the packages: What’s that?

Packages.

Are they presents or what?

Aye.

Hh! Bit late for fucking Santa Claus son are you no?

Tammas shrugged; he peered to see the value of the dominoes that Roper was holding. Play the 6.4, he said.

Shut up.

McCann called: D’you back that Border Rover this afternoon?

Did it win?

Aye — fucking 10 to 1 the bastard!

10 to 1!

Aye, I thought you’d have backed it! Especially after that last race you hit it for.

Ah! Tammas shook his head. He took the cigarette McCann was holding out to him.

Where you off to?

Tammas shrugged. Just going to see somebody.

Wee Betty?

Tammas looked at him. He drank a mouthful of beer.

Auld Roper laughed: Wee Betty! Is that the name of his girlfriend? Wee Betty! Eh? Fuck sake! I didnt know there was any lassies called that nowadays!

McCann winked at Tammas: Dont worry about this auld cunt he’s went senile!

He got a bus into town and cut through St Enoch Square for another. Upstairs he sat on the front seat, the packages on his lap. When the bus pulled out from the terminus he was the only passenger on the top deck and after a moment he went downstairs and said to the driver: You passing Baird Street?

The driver nodded.

Back upstairs he lighted a cigarette. He was staring out the front window until suddenly he recognised this part of the road and he jumped up, lifted the packages and went quickly down, but not in time for the driver, and he had to get off at the next stop after.

There was a small general store just before the corner of Baird Street. He bought a packet of cakes and some children’s sweets. Going into Vi’s close and up the stairs he paused to light a cigarette. He stood on the landing beneath the one where she lived and he gazed out the window into the backcourt for several moments.

He rang the doorbell. He flapped the letterbox. He rang the doorbell again. There was no reply. No sounds coming from inside. He bent to peer through the letterbox vent. It was pitchblack. Not a sign of light beneath the kitchen door. He stood for a time then banged the door again and rang the bell, and he flapped the letterbox. And the door across the landing opened noisily. A young woman, frowning at him. She switched on the light in her lobby, stared at him. Can I help you? she said.

What. .

Can I help you? Are you wanting something?

Eh. . He nodded at Vi’s door: I was wondering eh — what is she away out or what?

Who d’you mean? Vi?

Aye, d’you know where she is?

She continued staring at him but did not answer.

Eh, are you Cathy?

Do I know you?

You look after Vi’s wee girl.

She nodded and frowned again: Are you Thomas?

Aye. He smiled. Did she leave any kind of message?

I didnt even know she was expecting you?

Eh naw she wasnt but eh, I was just wondering and that if eh. . He nodded.

She beckoned him across. Come in a minute, she said, there’s a hell of a draught coming up the stairs.

Nah it’s alright Cathy I’ll just eh. . He raised the packages and the paperbag containing the sweets and the packet of cakes. And he handed them to her. Will you give them in to Vi for me?

Yes. Cathy glanced at them.

Just a couple of presents.

She nodded, and added: Are you leaving a message?

Naw eh I’ll no bother, just — I was here and that. Okay?

Fine.

•••

The grey figures had stopped dancing and singing and the picture of a clock on a church tower flashed onto the screen. As the chimes began Robert, Margaret and Tammas were onto their feet, each with a glass in hand. On the twelfth chime Robert said, That’s it then.

He and Margaret kissed on the lips. The grey figures were now singing Auld Lang Syne with their arms linked. Tammas and Margaret kissed each other on the cheek and then he and Robert shook hands, and they clinked glasses and raised them, made the toast to the new year. Then they drank and Tammas said: Refills! And he took their glasses to the table and poured another one each from a bottle of vodka.

And I’m sticking off that bloody goggle box! cried Robert.

Margaret laughed: He’s away with it already and we’re no even out the house yet!

What d’you mean away with it? Just because I’m turning off the blooming telly! Robert grinned, taking the glass from Tammas.

When Margaret had hers she sniffed it and wrinkled her nose: Vodka!

Aye, said Tammas, you’ve got to take one.

Not me; I’m sticking to the sherry. . She moved towards the table but Tammas stood blocking her way, grinning at her.

Naw, he said, you’ve got to otherwise it’s bad luck!

Robert laughed: Right enough Margaret!

O God. Well. . she shook her head: At least put some lime or orange into it. And I’ll have a bit of shortbread to wash it down.

Soak it up you mean! Robert laughed.

Shortly after 12.30 am they were locking the outside door and stepping downstairs and into the street. Quite a few people were about and music came from different windows up the tenement building. On the pavement opposite a middle aged couple who lived up the next close called: Happy New Year! and each of the three replied with the same call.

The streets were damp though it had not been raining for a while. There was a slight fog about. They walked into George Square for the all-night bus services. Tammas then split from them. See yous the morrow, he said.

Take care, Margaret answered, frowning a little.

Tammas looked at her.

I keep telling her you’re a big boy now Tammas but she’ll no pay any attention! Robert winked.

I know what you mean!

Well, replied Margaret, all I’m saying is take care.

Take care yourself, said Tammas. And he grinned: Have a good night.

And you.

He brandished the vodka bottle, still grinning, before continuing on across the Square to where his own bus would be leaving.

•••

At the foot of the staircase in Vi’s close he uncapped the vodka bottle and swigged a mouthful. How’s it going Vi, he said, I just thought I’d first-foot you! He grinned and capped the bottle, stuck it into his side jacket pocket, brought out his cigarettes and lighted one.

Outside her door he took the bottle out again but then put it back into the pocket; he rang the bell and stood with his eyes closed.

There was loud music coming from somewhere up the stairs. After a moment he rang the bell once more, then bent and lifted the flap. No lights, no sounds. He thudded his fist on the wood. Then he glanced hurriedly about and he rubbed the back of his head. He lowered himself down, sat on his heels, his back to the wall beside the door. He inhaled deeply on the cigarette. He took the bottle from his pocket and stood it on the floor. He stared at its label. A movement from Cathy’s house across the landing. And then a cistern emptying and someone’s footfalls on the floor inside.

He finished the cigarette, stubbed it out on the wall; he rose and stepped to Cathy’s door and chapped it loudly. An elderly man answered. Come on in, he said and he returned inside, leaving the door open. After a moment Tammas followed him, shutting the door quietly behind himself.

Some people, mainly middle aged, were in the front room chatting. They looked at him as he entered.

Happy New Year, he said.

Happy New Year, replied a couple of the people.

And a woman said: What time is it son?

I’m no sure.

It’s nearly bloody half one! muttered a guy who was wearing a tartan bunnet.

Dont be so bad tempered, she told him.

Bad tempered! Hh! The man turned away from her and he glanced over at Tammas.

I was looking for Cathy. .

You’re no the only one!

Sssh, muttered the woman.

Well no wonder.

She’s up the stair with George, the woman said to Tammas. She’ll be down in a minute.

One of the other women pursed her lips and shook her head: They’ve been up for nearly an hour as it is.

Sit down, said a man.

Naw it’s okay thanks. I better just eh go up and have a word. Actually I’m looking for somebody that lives across the landing.

Aw. The man nodded, lifted a tumbler, sipped from it, frowning at the guy with the tartan bunnet. And he said: Give the boy a drink.

The boy can get a drink if he likes.

It’s okay, replied Tammas, going to the door. I better go up the stair.

Remind them there’s visitors down here and they’re having to be going soon, muttered a woman.

Tammas nodded. He went upstairs and chapped on the door of the flat where the music seemed to be coming from. A young girl of about 13 answered and rushed back inside without acknowledgment. Then a woman appeared. I’m looking for Cathy, he said.

Cathy! the woman called down the lobby: Somebody for you!

Cathy appeared, holding a drink in one hand. She frowned at first and then smiled. Thomas! Happy New Year, she said.

Happy New Year. He leaned to her and they kissed on the lips briefly. I’m looking for Vi.

She’s over in Milly’s. Do you know where she lives?

Naw.

Cathy nodded, coming out from the house. Come on, she said, I’ve got the address downstairs.

He waited in the lobby while she went into her kitchen to find it. There seemed to be no one speaking in the front room. When Cathy gave him a slip of paper with the address written on it she smiled and added, You’ve got time for a quick yin first!

Eh naw Cathy naw, I better no.

Och come on!

Naw, honest, I better just eh. . He grinned, patting the neck of his vodka bottle. Got to keep sober! And you’ve got company in there as well Cathy.

Tch! She made a face and whispered: Is that what you call it!

He smiled.

She paused at the door, touching his wrist: Look, see if you dont get a bus or that, if you cant find a taxi — just come back; we’ll be going for a while up the stair. Especially when that mob through there decides to leave!

Great.

Honest, I mean that, just come back. And no too late or I’ll be drunk!

Okay. . he grinned: That’s a promise!

•••

Tammas had been walking for some time. His knowledge of Paisley was limited to the main roads and the driver of the bus had only been able to offer him the general direction of Milly’s street. Since the Glasgow city boundary traffic seemed fewer and not many taxis passed. Two had appeared for hire but they were travelling on the opposite side of the road and did not stop when he hailed them. There were three youths up ahead, younger than him. They watched his approach. One of them said, Hey jimmy you got a light?

Tammas was smoking. He took the cigarette from his mouth with his left hand and he gripped the neck of the vodka bottle with his right. What was that? he asked.

You got a light? A match?

A match. . He sniffed. He passed the cigarette to him.

The youth used it to light his own cigarette then passed it back. Ta, he said.

Tammas nodded. He looked at them for a moment. He walked on at the same pace, without looking back. About five minutes after this a taxi slowed to round a corner at a junction ahead of him. He hesitated, then began running, following it along the street. It halted halfway up and a couple got out. They paid the driver. Tammas shouted: Hey! Taxi!

The man and woman stared at him. They were entering a garden, walking the path to the door of a semi detached bungalow.

Can you take me to this address? he said, showing the driver the bit of paper.

Ah sorry son, replied the driver, I’m going back to Glasgow.

Come on and take us eh? I’m walking in circles.

The driver shook his head. Sorry.

Aw come on eh? I’m lost. I’ve got to get. Honest.

The driver looked at him. He sighed. Okay, but hurry up.

Aw ta, thanks a lot.

Where is it?

Tammas handed him the bit of paper.

Less than five minutes later and they were there. A garden surrounded the house and when he pushed open the gate it swung back smoothly. There was a porch at the front door and a light was on in it; lights were also on inside the house. But no noise could be heard. After a moment he uncapped his bottle and swigged at the vodka. He said, Fuck — and then he pressed the doorbell.

Vi opened the door. She gazed at him. He was grinning. Tammas, she said. What you doing here?

First-footing! He brandished the vodka. . Am I to get allowed in?

She shook her head slightly, released the doorhandle and stepped to the side so that he could enter. She shut the door softly and guided him into a kitchen. They stood in silence. Tammas stared about at the different things. Then she said, They were lovely presents you got. You shouldnt’ve bothered.

Ach! He shrugged. He added, Christ! What a time I had getting here! Terrible! He nodded at her. He laid the bottle on top of one of the cupboard units and he took out his cigarettes, offering her one but she shook her head. He struck a match for his own, staring about the room again. Big place, he said. Milly’s?

Belongs to Joe actually.

Aw. Aw aye.

It’s worth a lot. . What did you no get in touch with me for?

Sorry, it was just eh. He sniffed and inhaled on the cigarette.

Vi had folded her arms; she was gazing at him. She shook her head and she turned and walked slowly to the window over the sink and she looked out through the slats in the blind. How did you know where to come?

Cathy. I thought you might’ve been there if you werent in your own place. .

Vi made no answer.

There was a few people in her house.

You shouldnt’ve come Tammas.

What?

You shouldnt’ve come. Vi was still looking out through the slats in the blind. She had spoken very quietly.

After a moment he said: What’s up?

She sighed. You know you never even told me you wanted to see me again — when you went away; you never even said you wanted to see me again.

What?

She turned to face him; her arms were still folded and she was leaning with the small of her back against the sink. I mean you didnt even get in touch with me.

He nodded.

Vi sighed again and she smiled slightly, shaking her head. She strolled to the cupboard unit next to the refrigerator and she handled some of the glasses there. She was wearing a longish dress. She stood about three yards from him. He cleared his throat and dragged on the cigarette. I’m sorry, he said. He nodded. That’s a nice dress Vi, it’s nice.

She glanced at him. What did you come for?

Just first-footing you! He grinned.

She shook her head and looked away.

That was daft, no getting in touch with you, honest Vi, I’m sorry.

She nodded. What made you come away out here?

I told you first-footing.

It’s a long way.

Aye you’re no kidding — even worse when you’ve got to hoof it!

Hoof it?

Aye, Christ, took us ages to get a taxi. Walked for miles!

She nodded, looking at him.

D’you want a vodka? He patted his jacket pocket.

I’m drinking gin — I’ve got one through the room.

Aw. .

Vi glanced at her wristwatch.

Is Joe and Milly in there?

Milly is but Joe’s in his bed.

In his bed! Tammas grinned.

Vi shrugged. He said he was tired — and he’s going to Ayr Races the morrow afternoon.

Christ aye, I forgot it was on. You going as well?

Hh! Sitting about in that bar! She glanced at the wristwatch again.

After a moment he said: Is there something up?

No.

He nodded. Sure you dont want a vodka?

No, I told you.

Aye, sorry. Tammas glanced at the length of grey ash at the end of his cigarette and he tapped it onto the palm of his left hand, walked to deposit it into the sink. He took another puff on the cigarette then doused it; he pushed it through the drain. When he returned to where he had been standing he did so without looking at her. And took out his cigarette packet.

You’ve just put one out, she said.

Aye it’s this drinking, makes you thirsty. . He glanced at her before striking the match. He blew it out and put it back inside the matchbox. I dont suppose you’ve got a can of beer at all?

I’ll get you one.

He watched her walk round him and out through the doorway, shutting it behind herself. Minutes passed. He was across by the window looking out by the time she returned. Remaining by the door she gestured him over: Come on ben.

He frowned at her.

It’ll be okay.

He sniffed and followed her without speaking.

It was very warm in the other room and the lighting was dim. Charlie, the guy who had backed the losers at the racetrack, was dozing in an armchair and Vi’s brother-in-law Stan was sitting next to Ann on a long sofa. Milly was there and so too were half a dozen other people. There was a hi-fi system and a Frank Sinatra song was playing quietly. Vi patted him on the wrist, indicating a laden dining table in one corner of the room. She gave him a can of export and pointed at the empty glasses, then left him; she walked over to sit down behind Stan. Another man who was sitting nearby leaned closer to begin chatting. The others were talking among themselves. One of the men was accompanying the singer on the record, but only by mouthing the words.

Once he had poured the can of beer Tammas stuck the empty beside a pile of others and he hesitated for a moment, looking across at the folk, and he waited there, before going slowly to a dining chair at the side of the table. He nodded at Stan who had gazed at him. He sipped the froth off the beer, inhaled on his cigarette and lifted an ashtray down from the table, placing it on the floor near his feet. Eventually he glanced around the room at the different things on display, at the pictures on the wall and the large curtains reaching from the ceiling to the floor. The song ended and another one started, also by Frank Sinatra. And then one of the woman stood to her feet; she was saying something to Milly about the weather and she finished saying it before coming across to the table. She smiled at Tammas as she lifted a large plateful of sandwiches in one hand and a smaller plateful of cakes in the other. She offered them about to the people in the room. When she returned the plates to the table she said to Tammas: Help yourself.

No thanks, he replied. He continued sipping at the beer, not gazing at the others in the room. When the record ended one of the men put on another one in the same style. Tammas brought out his cigarette packet then returned it immediately. He shifted on his chair and glanced at the assortment of stuff on the table. Then Vi was rising from the sofa. Her feet were bare. She yawned, coming over to the table, to lift a sandwich; she bit a piece, looking at him. It’s warm in here, she said.

Aye. . He took out his cigarettes again, and offered it to her. She shook her head; a moment later she went back to the sofa. Tammas put the cigarette in his mouth, the packet back into his pocket. He brought out the matches and struck one, lighted the cigarette. He stared at the floor, aware of the blood going to his cheeks. His face was getting really red. He unloosened the knot in his tie and opened the top two buttons of the shirt. Then he glanced towards the others and bent forwards a little, leaning his forearms on his knees. There was only a wee drop of beer left in the glass and the bottle of vodka was ben the kitchen; he inhaled on the cigarette, staring at the carpet, at the floral pattern on it; different kinds of flowers with stems and leaves, different thicknesses of stalks but the green colour was the same throughout. He glanced up at the wall again. There did not seem to be any clocks in the room. He shook his head and stood up, and walked to the door and out into the lobby; he pulled the door shut. He stood for a moment. It was much cooler, almost cold. He walked along peering into the rooms there for the bathroom; he found it near the top end. It was large inside and there were magazines on a stool within arms reach of the lavatory seat. He took off his jacket and tugged back his shirt cuffs, and he washed his hands and arms and his face and neck. The towels were thick and quite rough on his skin. He stared at his face in the mirror, patted his hair down at his ears, then wet his hands again and smoothed his hair. He tightened his tie and buttoned the shirt up to the top. Vi was standing in the lobby when he left. Is that you going? she asked.

Aye.

She nodded. I’ll see you to the end of the street.

Nah, he said, dont bother.

No, I will.

Nah it’s okay Vi dont bother.

Yes. . She was nodding as she walked past him, into one of the bedrooms. She came out with her coat over her arm. He entered the kitchen before her. A couple of minutes later and she came in. She had the coat on and she was wearing her shoes. That’s me ready, she said.

He looked at her. Are you coming with me?

What d’you think I’ve got my coat on for?

Aye, I’m no talking about the end of the street but.

Tammas, it’s past three o’clock in the morning.

Christ sake Vi.

She pulled back her sleeve to see her wristwatch. She glanced at him. How did you no get in touch with me?

He was looking at her.

I mean even writing a letter. .

A letter?

Even a letter — yes, aye, that would’ve been better than nothing.

I’m sorry.

Tch. She shook her head, frowning.

After a moment he muttered, Nobody even spoke to me in there. He gestured sideways with his thumb. Made me feel as if. . I dont know. What was it for? I mean how come?

How come?

Aye I mean, Christ, no even saying a word I mean Christ sake — Hogmanay and that and nobody even says a word to you. That’s really out of order. What was it for?

What d’you mean what was it for?

Tammas stared at her until each of them looked away; then he said, Are you coming with me?

No. I’ve just put the coat on cause I was cold.

Christ sake Vi.

Well you’re always asking these stupid bloody questions.

He looked at her.

So you are, stupid bloody questions.

Okay then aye, but all I’m asking is if you’re coming and I’m no talking about the end of the street I mean I’m talking about are you coming with me, if we’re going out away from here, away from this dump of a bloody place, that’s all I’m asking; it’s a straight question.

Dont lose your temper with me!

I’m no losing my temper!

O are you no!

Tammas sniffed. Then he added: Christ sake Vi. He took out his cigarettes and offered her one.

I’ve stopped. Did you no notice?

Naw, Christ — stopped smoking?

A fortnight ago. Sixteen days to be exact.

Christ sake!

Tch. I wish you’d stop saying that all the time.

He reached out and he took her left hand in his, and he stepped in close enough to kiss her; and they kissed each other on the mouth. Come on Vi, he said; come on we’ll go away.

She gazed at him and closed her eyelids and they kissed again for a longer period. He put his arm round her shoulders and cuddled her tightly. Christ, he said, hh. He shook his head. I’m sorry I didnt get in touch Vi.

It’s okay Tammas. I just wish you had though so I knew what was happening — I just didnt know.

He pulled her to him, her head over his shoulder, her body tightly to his. He got an erection and moved away from her. Neither spoke for several moments. Then he lifted his bottle of vodka and inserted it in his side jacket pocket. You ready? he said.

She nodded. Think we’ll get a taxi?

Och aye.

I could phone one from here?

Naw, I’d rather just get out. . She was looking at him and he shrugged: Okay?

She nodded. Then she raised her hand, put it onto his forehead and she rested it there for a few seconds, and she frowned. Do you know that you’ve got a temperature?

A temperature?

I’m no kidding.

Hh. Must’ve been that room in there, I was beginning to get really sweating — like you’re going to faint or something.

She sighed, shook her head. You’re a poor soul. .

He looked at her.

She laughed and strode to the door. You’re a wean! she said. Come on!

Are you no going to say cheerio?

She made no reply. He followed her in silence to the front door and once they were outside she closed it very gently, but still its noise was fairly audible. Tammas laughed and cried: Quick! And he took her hand as they ran down the path to the gate; and out onto the pavement, letting the gate swing back to clatter against its snib lock.

Where’re we going?

I dont know! Tammas was laughing. Somewhere but!

I want a dance!

You’ll get a dance!

I’m no kidding! she cried.

Neither am I!

They carried on running for some forty or so yards until they came to an abrupt halt, both were puffing and panting and Tammas had to hold his sides, gasping in an exaggerated manner.

We’re both crazy! laughed Vi.

He laughed, grabbed her arms and kissed her on the forehead, and they walked on with their arms round each other.

•••

Tammas squinted and moved his head on the pillow. Vi was saying: I’m going for Kirsty now Tammas.

He frowned, raising his head upwards, resting himself on his elbows.

It’s okay, she said, just stay in bed — I’m going to get Kirsty.

Vi had on her coat and she was all set to go out, now lifting her bag from the kitchen table.

When’ll you be back?

Soon! She smiled across at him, then came over.

Soon. . he nodded, sitting up and putting his arm round her waist. She leaned to kiss him and he raised himself up further.

That’s enough, I’ve got to go.

So what time’ll you be back?

Soon I said — and you need a shave, desperately.

Hh! He rubbed his chin, grinned at her. Take a taxi.

A taxi!

Aye, I’m no kidding, both ways as well Vi.

Ha ha. Think I’m made of money! She had walked to the door and she swung her bag in a circular movement.

Naw! Honest! It’s alright Vi — I’ve got it. .

She had opened the kitchen door and she called: I’ll no be long!

Then the outside door opened and shut.

Tammas continued to sit for a time, before lying down, his hands behind his head on the pillow. He stared at the ceiling. The ceiling was greyish. It could have done with a lick of paint. And too above the window and sink and oven, it was a kind of yellowish — plus the woodwork. A fresh white right across the whole lot. The walls themselves needed something. The one where the fire was had been done in a lightish brown and the others had a striped wallpaper while in the recess where the bed was the walls were painted in a blue colour to make it look like a different room. But the blue did not make it look different at all. In fact it did not look very good, it looked wrong — better to have done the whole thing in a fresh white and that would make it nice and airy looking. No venetian blind either. That just stopped the light coming in the window. The whole place could have done with a different arrangement. There was no dressing table. All of Vi’s stuff seemed to be standing along the big old fashioned mantelpiece or jammed together on top of the tallboy. A mirror was there, a small adjustable one and next to it a framed photograph of the wee girl when she was a baby. No other photographs at all. None. The whole room including the ceiling done in a fresh white paint and all the woodwork done in a fresh white gloss; that would be fine, it would make a big difference to the place.

He got out of bed. A carton of milk was over near to the window and he drank a couple of mouthfuls straight from it. His cigarettes and matches were on top of the electric fire, and so were his socks, which Vi had washed for him. He switched on the fire and turned, glancing at the jumper on the back of the settee. It had a sweetish smell about it and it was a bit tight. His shirt had been sweaty and Vi had given the jumper to him although he had said no, he would have preferred not to put it on; but eventually he had to put it on. There seemed to be no other men’s clothes in the place. And there was no shaving stuff. He rubbed his chin again and he lifted his cigarettes, lighted one and returned to bed, bringing the ashtray with him. He propped the two pillows together so that he could sit up against them, drawing the blankets and sheets upwards.

The television was on but he was watching Vi feed the wee girl her evening meal. The two of them were laughing. It was a game: Vi trying to put the spoonful of food into her mouth while the girl would snatch away her head, causing the food to bang against her cheeks or the sides of her lips. Vi was holding the spoon in her right hand and her left grasped Kirsty by the back of her head and neck and probably she could have forced her into keeping her mouth in the correct position. When she noticed him watching she said: Spoiled daft so she is.

Tammas smiled.

Vi frowned briefly. It’s because it’s just the two of us. I mean just because it’s only the two of us. Tch! She shook her head. What I mean is that if I started to get angry with her I’d just end up feeling stupid. Is that right you? she said to Kirsty. And then held the girl’s head a bit more firmly so that the spoonful of food went into her mouth.

I know what you mean.

Vi nodded. She glanced at him: How do you find it with your sister? do you find yous do a lot of arguing the gether or d’yous manage to avoid it?

He shrugged.

She probably stops herself.

He shrugged again.

No think so?

Maybe.

Probably she does! Vi grinned: Because you’re her wee brother and she’s got to look after you!

Tammas looked at her.

I’m only kidding, said Vi. She had dipped the spoon back into the bowl of food and she fed it to Kirsty, and went on: Does she do all your laundry?

My laundry. Aye. . He reached for his cigarettes and he sniffed before withdrawing one from the packet and then striking a match on the box. She does it when she’s doing her own, hers and her husband’s.

It’s still good of her.

He exhaled smoke and nodded, looking at the television. The next time he raised the cigarette to his mouth he yawned.

He shook his head, gazing in the direction of the screen. Tired, he said.

When Vi did not respond he glanced over. She was involved in cleaning the wee girl’s mouth, dabbing at the corners of it with a cloth.

Vi.

Mm. . she turned her head to look at him, a very slight frown on her face.

After a moment he said, Would it be okay if I stayed the night as well?

The night?

Aye, would it be okay?

She nodded.

I’ll go first thing in the morning.

She smiled. It’s okay Tammas.

Naw I mean. . he nodded, and shrugged.

•••

It was just after midday and he was eating a mince pie and beans in a pub down the street from the snooker hall; a pint of heavy at his elbow and he had the Sporting Life spread on the table.

The bar began filling up and when two men in dungarees sat by him he lifted the newspaper so they could put down their pints. He folded it and stuck it into his side pocket. Downstairs at the snooker hall the full up notice was hanging on the inside of the swing doors and when he pushed his way inside the elderly attendant grunted, Can you no fucking read?

I’m just looking for my brother — I’ve got a message for him.

You better be fucking snappy then.

Tammas continued on in between the row of men and youths whose names were down on the waiting list for a game. At one of the top tables a three-red tournament was in progress. He walked behind it, into a corner, and he sat on the ledge there, yawning as he brought out the Life and squinted at it in the light filtering from the strip beneath the shade of the nearest tables. He turned the page to the racing card for the day’s only meeting not postponed because of waterlogging. He had his nap picked out but also fancied a couple of others. He trapped the paper between his elbow and his right knee while lighting a cigarette.

Hey john. . A guy had approached him: Fancy a game? I’ve got a table booked; I think I’m next on.

Naw man sorry I’ve eh — I’m just passing the time.

It’s no for money or anything, just a game.

Nah — actually I’m going up the betting shop in a minute.

The guy nodded and moved off to somebody farther along the ledge. About quarter of an hour later Tammas was getting down off the ledge and heading for the exit. The elderly man was still attending the door but he ignored him as he pushed out.

He had less than £40 in his trouser pocket. The horse he fancied was paper favourite and it appeared as favourite when the actual betting started. He was going to do it for £5 but when he wrote out the line he had written it for £20; and when he passed it beneath the grille he paid the additional £2 tax in advance.

On the off they were laying 11/4 against the favourite. It was a race for novice chasers over a trip of two miles. The favourite jumped off in the lead and was still showing ahead when the others closed to challenge between the last two fences. But over the last and on the run in the horse steadily drew further and further away, eventually winning by some dozen or so lengths. There was no objection lodged by the runners-up and there was no inquiry by the stewards; and then the jockeys had weighed in and Tammas was at the pay-out window to receive the £75.

He studied the other newspapers tacked on the wall for the coming race. The opening show had the favourite in at even money and it was quickly taken down to 4/6; scribbling out his line he rushed across to the counter and asked for the board price to £90.

The full up sign no longer hung inside the swing doors. He pushed them open and entered. At the top table the tournament had ended but he recognised two good players at another table and he walked to join the small group of guys watching. It happened that if these two went into one of the tournaments a couple of other players would immediately withdraw. Tammas knew their first names, as did most of those watching and some bantering took place. The pair never seemed in earnest when against each other, kept looking to see who else was around. After a few minutes he went to the lavatory for a piss. He ran the tap at the sink then drank some water. He checked the cash in his trouser pocket; less than two pounds.

Upstairs in the bookie’s a group of folk had gathered at the results’ sheet. He peered over a man’s shoulder and saw that the favourite had won. He nodded and smiled very slightly, took his cigarettes out and struck a match and got it lighted, while walking to the small queue at the pay-out window. The man in front turned and said, You got a fag jimmy?

Aye.

When Tammas had given him it and the matches the man nodded as he inhaled the first puff of smoke, passing him the matches back. Good favourite, he said.

Aye. Tammas opened the Life, gazed at the declared runners on the next race. The horse he fancied was listed at 6/1 in the forecast betting. On the ledge of the pay-out window lay a pile of betting slips. He reached to take one and he wrote out the name of the horse and then he made the bet out to £135. The female cashier had begun paying the winners and when she gave him his £135 in exchange for the receipt he went immediately to one of the pay-in windows and handed it and his betting line straight across. It was another woman cashier and she peered at the line and at the stack of notes and replied, Hang on a minute son. And she got down off her stool and carried it through to where the settler worked behind a partition. The settler came out and looked at Tammas for a moment. Then the woman returned; she checked the stack of notes and issued him with the receipt, which he checked, before folding it away into his trouser pocket.

6 5’s 30 and 3’s 18; 18 and 3 21; 6 1’s 6 and 2’s 8; 810, eight hundred and ten quid; plus the stake, equals 945. £945 less tax.