“Your mother came around to my place with the lingerie. She was on her way to the charity bin but she really came around to get me to come with youse. If she had made a move on me, I would have reacted the same way but she didn’t because your mother is not like that, at least not as far as I can work out. But Anke doing that to you is wrong because your mother trusted her. I mean you backed off and she realised she’d f****d up, but do you see where I’m coming from?”
“I do,” she sighed, “I like Anke but not like that.”
“It’s up to you what you do, I won’t say anything but if she’s done it once she’ll do it again. Maybe not with you but someone else and if they’re up for it then it’ll go further than a kiss.”
“Hold me?”
Now I once had a conversation in a Glasgow pub with an Irishman who’
