I was passed from pillar to post, no one really wanted to hold on to me, especially if they had kids already. So slowly I made my way down the ladder, creating my own hell. After everyone else had finally given up on me, Edith introduced me to Chris and Geena Crowley.
Chris was a corpulent man, and beside Geena he looked like a mountain. Geena was the wife who only ate lean. A whip of a woman, her voice always set my teeth on edge. They lived alone in an old council house, semi-detached, roughcast walls, and a steep bank of grass, out on the edge of Maryhill. It was a house that always smelled of frying, even if we didn"t eat fried food everyday. They also smoked, a couple of packs between them. I"d never met anyone who smoked before.
My room was comfortable, if bare. A single bed, that
