Chapter Ten
‘Hell!’ Aileen’s phone clattered onto the table.
‘What’s wrong?’ Bonnie’s head poked round the door. Then she entered, dragging her mop behind her. ‘Ye’ve been on edge ever since ye returned from Stirling.’
Aileen shrugged. ‘Someone’s not answering their phone.’
‘Ye ken my best friend? Her boyfriend sometimes doesn’t answer her calls either. Yet she won’t break up with him. What’s wrong with us women?’
Aileen snorted. Teenage girls were amusing company. ‘I find when you lead with a firm hand, people answer our calls.’
Bonnie tipped her chin. ‘Never had one of those – boyfriends, I mean, so I wouldnae ken.’
At fifteen, her head buried in books and her hair in plaits, Aileen had had no friends, let alone boyfriends. Her troubles ended with textbooks and assignments. She ne
