Chapter Fourteen
The Journey
The truth is out there but who wants to see it.
Shifty and I were heading to Glasgow to visit Rodger. We were on our own and, as always, not on good terms. The next day after Rodger’s accident I had woken dazed and confused, wondering whether I should see Rodger, I wanted to; I wanted to be the good woman, and hold his hand. But as the hospital said, he would be out in a few days and as Sheryl pointed out, “does he want you there, let alone holding his hand?”
However, Shifty called, he was heading to Glasgow to visit Rodger and he wanted to “grab a few things.” And I stupidly agreed. Shifty came in the back door looking like this was the last place he wanted to be and I offered him a coffee. And then he started to ask about toothbrushes and sponge bags, whi
