The strong winds have brought a profusion of heavy clouds. We’re lucky it has remained dry. However, the light is fading and Jenny hates driving in the dark. We’re on our way back to Glasgow. Hardly a word’s been spoken about what happened in the pub. I think the girls are reluctant to bring it up, thinking I’m too fragile to handle the discussion. Although the Clio’s comfortable enough to accommodate the three of us, I don’t believe there’s space for the elephant.
Uncertain of the best way to raise the subject, I decide to tackle it head-on. “I guess that wasn’t the best way to recover from last week’s ordeal. It all happened so quickly. I’m lucky Billy was there.”
“From what I saw, you had it pretty well covered by yourself,” Jenny says.
“Really,” Alesha replies. “I saw nothing at all
