Chapter FourSam decided he did fancy fish and chips for tea, so they hopped in the car and drove through the city to McDougall's – the quality Scottish fryer.
“It's busy,” Ann was surprised to see a queue of customers trailing out of the door.
Jon pulled up the handbrake with a crunch, “that's because they sell the best chips in the city. Shall we eat in?”
There was a small annexe attached to the chip shop where patrons could sit at plastic tables and be deafened by the overhead television which blared out a constant stream of MTV. Jon ordered three pieces of cod, a large bag of chips and a pot of mushy peas. They ate them out of the wrapper, soaked in vinegar, watching people pass by the window.
“These are good,” Jon said, as he chomped on chunks of fish.
“What?” Ann was distracted b
