Garnethill

"How are you coping?"

Maureen rubbed her bruised scalp. "Okay."

"If it all gets too much for you," said Wi

"Mum, for God's sake, I'm not the maddest person in the world, they don't keep a vacant bed just for me."

"I know, but I'm sure they'll take you if you say you were in before."

Maureen shrank farther into the chair.

When she got outside she walked a couple of blocks and stopped at a bench in front of a Baptist church. It was dark and spitting rain. A man on the other side of the road was walking a tired old dog. He talked to it, whispering encouragement, calling it by name. The dog stopped, panting for breath, its legs almost buckling under the weight of its body. The man tapped its back and the old dog moved off.

She smoked a couple of fags, imagining herself at home, in her cozy wee flat, before any of this had happened. She took a bath in her blue and white bathroom and sat butt naked on her settee, watching the telly and eating biscuits and letting the answerphone catch the calls.

She took a cup of tea in to Be

"No, not just now. I can't even think about it yet."

"Okay," he said, looking solemn and nervous.

"Are you all right about it, Be

His expression melted with relief. "God, it's a bit freaky, isn't it? You don't think of these things happening to people like us, do you?"

"I guess not." She gestured to the books. "You got an exam tomorrow?"

"No," he said. "It's next week but I haven't done nearly enough."

"You always say that and you always pass. Try and put Douglas to the back of your mind just now and concentrate on your exams." She lifted the dirty cup with the sharpenings in it. "I'll take this filthy item away."

Out in the hall she could hear someone scratching quietly on the door. She looked out of the spy hole. Leslie was standing in the close holding her crash helmet and slowly brushing her hair off her face with the other hand. She had dark circles under her eyes and looked knackered. Maureen threw the door open. "Leslie." She gri

Leslie stepped into the hall, reached out to Maureen and squeezed her arm. "All right, hen?" she said. Her voice sounded as if she had been smoking heavily and/or had just woken up. "How ye doing?"

"Yeah," said Maureen. "I take it Liam phoned and told ye?"

"Naw, the police came to see me."

Maureen pointed into the bedroom and Leslie kicked the door open a little and stuck her head in. "Right, Be

Maureen heard Be

"Auch," Maureen shrugged uncomfortably, "you've got enough on."

"For fucksake, I'm not ru

"I know, I just… I'll be all right."

"You're pathologically independent."

"Anyway," said Maureen, heading for the kitchen, "d'ye want a cup of tea?"

"Coffee"-Leslie put her helmet on the settee – "I need a strong coffee." She went to sit down and caught herself. "Let me get it," she said, almost staggering into the kitchen.

Maureen went after her. "Fucksake, Leslie, go and sit down."

"No," said Leslie, shaking her head adamantly, "I should get it."

"It wasn't me that was killed, Leslie. Go and sit down."

Leslie looked dismal. "I'm so fucking sorry, Maureen. I didn't like him but I'm so sorry."

"Yeah, well."

They stood close to each other, looking over one another's shoulders for a moment. Maureen said, "I feel as if we should hug each other or something."

"D'ye want to?"

"No," said Maureen. "Not really."

"I wish ye'd have phoned me," said Leslie quietly.

"If I need ye I'll phone ye."

"Don't leave it until you need me. I'm your pal, not the fire brigade." Leslie exhaled loudly and opened her eyes wide with surprise. "This is a mental thing to have happened."

"Jesus fuck," said Maureen, "I know."

Leslie said that the police had questioned her about Maureen's relationship with Douglas. They seemed more interested in that than in finding out the times of the di

"Ye want to hang on to the shock for a bit longer?" asked Leslie, sympathetically.

"Yeah," said Maureen. "Yeah, shock's good."

Leslie said that she was exhausted because she had been working on the appeal submissions, they had to be completed for Tuesday morning and she was having trouble understanding the law books. She asked Maureen not to tell Be

They smoked a cigarette together, Leslie ripped the filter off hers to make it stronger, trying to wake herself up. Her lips and teeth were covered in bits of tobacco after every draw. Maureen laughed at her and leaned over the table. "Go home, ya daft bastard."

Leslie gave up and squashed the fag out in the ashtray. "Mauri, hen, I can't just leave you."

"Leslie, I'll see you on Tuesday afternoon. My life'll still be crap on Tuesday afternoon."

Maureen showed her out, warning her to drive carefully on the way home.

"Look, phone me if you want to talk about Douglas before then."

"Go away now," said Maureen, shooing her down the close.

Feeling strangely cheerful, she turned the television on in the living room and went into the kitchen to make herself a sandwich. The midevening news came on. Carol Brady, MEP for Strathclyde, was coming back from an ecology conference in Brazil after hearing the tragic news about her son, Douglas Brady. Maureen stepped into the doorway and watched the footage. Carol Brady was walking very fast through a large crowd of baying newsmen at the airport, walking with great purpose, and Maureen had a definite feeling that she was coming to get her.

The statement from her press office said that the family were very upset about Douglas's death and would appreciate the consideration of the press at this difficult time. They had every faith that the police would find the person responsible very soon.

A senior police officer was shown at a press conference saying that everything was under control and could anyone who had seen anything please phone and tell them about it. They gave out a special number.