Wee Agnes squeezed into an empty seat near the front and her glasses steamed up. The stale scent of the bus and the radiator beneath her feet made her dizzy again. Maybe it was time she got her messages delivered instead of traipsing all the way up to Cumbernauld for two tins of pea soup and a packet of broken digestive biscuits. “Here, dae ye mind oan that aeroplane when the maw wis lit that – Kevin!?” Agnes blinked. A...
