He stepped back with a big smile: Boabby my man.
Aye, fucking Boabby my man!
I wisni meaning nothing.
Well ye know she’s the wife man eh?
Aye but I thought she came alone.
What?
He laughed and poked me in the ribs.
She came alone but she’s still my wife.
Can ye no take a joke?
Behave yerself for fuck sake ye’re a guest. I mean I dont even know who invited ye.
The other side, he says, I know yer cousin’s new wife’s people. I know them quite well in fact.
Aw aye?
Aye.
Aye well I knew it wisni fucking our side ye knew.
Naw. He smiled. Excuse me a minute will ye. . He winked at my wife and left.
Did I see that? Bastard. Big fucking bastard. Kidding on he was relaxed about everything as well. I would have done him in a minute if I had felt like it. The wife had stepped a couple of paces away from me now. She lifted a chicken drumstick and started nibbling at it; a dod of tomato sauce stuck to her upper lip. If you didni wear those bloody low-cut dresses, I whispered, smiling.
My dresses have got nothing to do with it.
Nothing to do with it! The tops of yer thingwis are showing.
It’s a wedding.
So what it’s a wedding, does that mean every man that looks at ye’s got to see yer bloody boobs?
You’re neurotic about my boobs.
I smiled. I brushed her left nipple. Remember when we got married, that night on our honeymoon.
Yeh yeh yeh, it was nice, ye were friendly. She knocked away my hand. Take yer paw off, she whispered.
Thanks o wife. I drew her into me. See that woman in the fur collar I’m talking to, I’m beginning to think her and the big brother have had an affair.
What?
Aye.
My wife smiled, she glanced at the wee woman who seemed to be engrossed in a world of her own. Naw, she said quietly, I dont think so.
Not only him my Uncle Boabby as well, the family hero, the guy I’m called after.
You’re havering.
I’m no havering, that’s what she’s been telling me. Plus my da’s got something to do with it.
Yer da?
Aye.
Mm.
Ever seen her before?
Never.
Neither have I. Think she might be a Sheriff Officer spy?
You’re bloody paranoiac. By the way, yer grannie wants ye to drive her home, she told me a wee while ago. I told her ye were drunk and incapable.
For fuck sake, imagine telling somebody’s grannie that.
Are ye?
Ye kidding? Yous fucking females man yous’ve planked the fucking booze.
Nonsense.
Anyway, I said, if she wanted me to drive her home she would have asked me hersel.
She’s been trying to. She’s been trying to attract yer attention. But you’ve been talking to her for the past hour.
What? Ye’re no serious. . She’s in her bloody forties, maybe even fifties.
It never stopped ye before.
Take it easy baby.
Well, ye’ve done nothing but ignore me since we left the church, that’s how Tojo asked me to go for a drink.
Pardon?
If ye had been here like a husband’s supposed to.
Am I hearing right?
I had to put him off myself. And that’s no easy.
What d’you mean it’s no easy?
When ye’re in amongst a crowd like this.
You telling me he actually asked ye to go for a drink with him?
My wife smiled and turned away. She was wearing a beautiful dress and it clung to her. I put my hand on her bum.
Take yer paw off.
What d’ye mean I was ignoring ye? I never ignore ye as well ye know, I can never take my eyes off ye, I’m aye ogling ye for Christ sake. That’s how I clocked big fucking dyed skull chatting ye up.
Tch.
Standing there trying to look down yer dress into the bargain. And you were letting him.
Dont be bloody ridiculous.
Well how come ye stood sideways? Ye can fucking see everything when ye do that.
Dont be so bloody stupit jealous.
I’m no jealous, ye kidding? — I dont actually care.
Naw, you dont care.
I dont. I took hold of her elbow and breathed into her ear. How come ye’re so truly beautiful? That’s what I really want to know.
There speaks a smug husband.
Thanks very much. . I stared at her, then shook my head; I left her standing and made my way back to the window. I needed to be alone. The wee woman joined me. I told her I was sorry for being away.
Oh that’s alright, she said.
It’s my wife I was talking to, we’ve been having problems recently, marital stuff.
It happens.
It bloody happens alright. What were ye saying about my brother again?
Yer brother?
I waited.
I wasni saying anything about yer brother.
Aw.
If you must know it was yer Uncle Robert.
And my da.
Och him, she said.
On ye go anyway, I said.
I dont want to talk about it anymore. Not in the present company.
D’ye mean me? Because it’s just me that’s listening.
Mm. Families are families.
Ye dont trust me in other words?
It’s not a question of trust.
I just want to know.
Sssh. She hit my hand.
I looked at her. I dont like people doing that.
Well no wonder. It’s what yer mother ought to’ve done years ago.
Is that a fact.
Dont be cheeky.
Did it come down to sex? I said, That’s what I want to know, cause the rest’s just fucking bullshit, know what I mean.
Sshhh.
Nobody cares in this company
That’s what you think.
They dont.
How do you know what people think? It strikes me you’re the kind that’s naive about relationships.
That’s a joke for a start.
Hh.
I stared at her. Christ missis ye can be hell of an irritating at times.
She smiled. She shook her head slowly. There was definitely something attractive in her. Even although she was wizened her face had firm outlines. I got a sudden notion of her body. I hadnt thought about it before, but I could imagine it now. She would be one of these women that give ye a battering when they kiss ye on the mouth; right aggressive; hard as nails. Fucking hell.
Now she was frowning at something.
What is it? I said.
She whispered, Is that yer grannie?
What of it?
Thought so. What’s she doing here?
Pardon?
The wee woman was staring across the room at her.
She’s my cousin’s grannie as well. She’s got more right to be here than any of us, I mean it was her that fucking started it all.
Mm.
Do you know her like?
I havent seen her for years. She was watching us.
Watching us?
Yes.
Ach it disni matter, she’s blind as a bat. Anyway, she never minds what I get up to, I’m her blue-eyed boy
— which is true. I could sleep with every woman in Glasgow and she wouldnt mind. But she would mind if I stopped discussing
what I’m doing on a day-to-day basis, how I’m living my life generally. She enjoys hearing me speak. She lives in one of these sheltered housing places where it’s all old folk and it drives her daft. So she likes to listen to the young folk. She says she doesnt but she does. Up to a point I’ve always confided in her.