““Maureen didn’t know what to say so she told the truth. “You’re frightening me,” she shouted. Inness stopped still. “I didn’t mean to,” he said stupidly. In a TV movie they would have hugged each other, he’d have come back in and they’d have had an honest discussion about their feelings, a sun-dappled moment of tenderness with a stranger, and they’d leave, elevated and touched at their common humanity. But this was Glasgow. “Fuck you,” shouted Maureen, and slammed the door in his face.””
