CHAPTER 20
After one more glass of Pimms—despite Jolene’s promise she would drink mine, she foisted it on me—the Dexter kiss is all I admit to. Jolene’s on the Lochalshie w******p group. Jack “seems like a decent chap”, I utter the words through pursed lips and know my nanna would be proud of me. ‘Decent chap’ was high praise in the 1960s but tells you nothing. I don’t say, ‘hot’ or use the phrase, “I wouldn’t push him out of bed for farting”, which is Katya’s ultimate compliment.
“There was that photo,” Jolene adds, “the one Kirsty put up. Well, she put up tonnes of her and Jack, eh? But Jack’s dead-beat pa tracked him down when he saw the pics. Thought Jack was some kind of celebrity and turned up in the village.
“Lochalshie doesn’t welcome wife beaters,” she adds darkly, “and Jack ha
