Greyhound for Breakfast

An old story

She’d been going about in this depressed state for ages so I should’ve known something was up. But I didnt. You dont always see what’s in front of your nose. I’ve been sitting about the house that long. You wind up in a daze. You dont see things properly, even with the weans, the weans especially. There again but she’s no a wean. No now. She’s a young woman. Ach, I dont want to tell this story.

But you cant say that. Obviously the story has to get told.

Mm, aye, I know what you mean.

Fine then.

Mmm.

Okay, so about your story. .

Aye.

It concerns a lassie, right? And she’s in this depressed state, because of her boyfriend probably — eh?

I dont want to tell it.

But you’ve got to tell it. You’ve got to tell it. Unless. . if it’s no really a story at all.

Oh aye christ it’s a story, dont worry about that.