CHAPTER FIVE
“Good morning Gaby! Are ye off to Jack’s to do your design-y stuff?”
After only a few days of making my way along the main street to Jack’s house, all and sundry now know my routine. As they do my name and occupation. This morning’s questioner is the guy I saw in the Lochside Welcome’s beer garden the first day arrived, the one who told me to go to Dr McLatchie’s and get myself anti-histamines to deal with the cat allergy. He walks his dog along by the water twice a day and has decided our shared pet care responsibilities make us the best of buddies.
“Yes,” I say, and he falls in step beside me. Scottie, the imaginatively named West Highland white terrier, barks enthusiastically and runs round my legs, trapping me with his lead.
“Er...” Everyone knows who I am, but I’ve no
