This short story takes place in Glasgow and features some dialogue that may be difficult to understand for non-Scots. If you come across an unfamiliar term, or find a word used in a context that seems to make no sense, please consult this handy glossary.
Jimmy McCracken woke up late one Wednesday morning to the sound of his phone ringing on the bedside table. With no idea who was calling, since he had not yet put in his contact lenses, he picked up the phone and answered it.
“McCracken,” he said hoarsely, before moving the phone away from his mouth to cough.
“Jimmy, hi, it’s Moira Docherty here,” came the soft, sophisticated voice in his ear. “Did I wake you?”
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