Agnes Owens books

Agnes Owens (2011)

‘Who?’ ‘Ye know fine. Him from along the road. Him that did auld Muncie in.’ ‘Oh him. Whit’s for dinner?’ ‘Ye’ll see when it’s ready!’ she snapped and charged through to the kitchenette, adding, ‘The trouble wi’ you is that you’re interested in nothin’ but yersel.’ ‘How should I be interested in ...