‘I see. Is all this gonnae mean a lot of explaining for Bobby?’
‘I wouldn’t know, sister.’ Connie stands up. Her small handbag seems surprisingly heavy.
‘Or for you?’ Andy lifts an eyebrow.
‘Well, Bobby …’ Connie hesitates. ‘Bobby thinks I’d be better off never having left town these past few days. Though, obviously I couldn’t’ve spent them at home.’
‘On account of it was too upsetting for you. Keep looking out the front window, seeing where it happened to Vic. I can understand that. It’s probably why you’d’ve been better off staying with me.’
‘That’s what Bobby thought.’
Andy nods. Thinks about it.
‘Well,’ she says, ‘it’s been nice having you, hen.’
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