She’d on a short red skirt and a denim jaicket. And ah couldnae speak for a minute – she looked pure gorgeous. She turned round. ‘Oh, hi.’ ‘Hiya.’ Ah couldnae look her in the eye – she must of known how ah was feelin. Ah wisht ah could just switch it aff, this feelin – no forever, just for the time bein, tae ah get things sorted in ma heid. But it doesnae work like that. At first when ah decided tae be celibate it didnae bother me – ah felt ah was controllin it, keepin ma mind on other things, but as time’s went on it keeps comin back. And the past few weeks Liz has been gaun oot mair, all dressed up, and it just seems dead strange, gettin harder and harder. Literally. Liz opened the door of the livin room. ‘See you later, Anne Marie.’ ‘Right, Ma.’ ‘Ah’ll no be too late, Jimmy.’ ‘Nae bother.’ Anne Marie was laid oot on the couch, remote in wan haund. ‘Hi, hen. Heard yous were up at the Centre this week.’ ‘Aye, Da. The RE teacher took us.’ She got aff the couch and started tae rummle through a pile of tapes.
