HEADIE’S HOLIDAYKilty Goldfarb was sitting by the window, sipping a milk shake, wearing her fur coat and a ski hat, looking worried and jumpy. She watched Maureen cross the road and come in through the doors. She looked at the table and gathered a thin smile before looking back up.“I’m sorry if I’m a bit late,” said Maureen, sitting across from her. “I nipped over there to the Coach and Horses to check it out. D’ye know it?”Kilty looked faintly disgusted. “Jesus Christ, I wouldn’t go in there. It’s full of heavies from home.”“Oh?” Maureen arranged her coat on the seat and put her packet of cigarettes on the table. “It was quiet when I went in.”Their lunch appointment suddenly felt like a bad date. Maureen pointed at the milk shake in front of Kilty. “Can I get you something to go with that?”“No, I’m short of time,” said Kilty, firmly, putting a Woolworths plastic bag on the table, signaling her readiness to leave. “Why don’t you just sit down and ask me the questions you want to ask and I’ll be on my way?”Maureen looked at her.
