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when I was sixteen, but now we’re best friends and me and my mum tell each other everything, and I mean everything.
    I was into T.Rex and Bowie and they couldn’t understand why I dressed in platforms and had a face like an exploding rainbow. It’s no different with Rosie, she’s into all that miserable music, which I think is pure and utter rubbish. But I tell you something, you hear all these stories, don’t you? Well, about how teenagers get obsessive about the music they’re listening to and they carry out instructions they hear in the music. Look what happened in that school in America. Terrible that was. That was all to do with the music they were listening to, was it not? Anyway I was terrified that Rosie was becoming too dependent on that type of music. Not terrified as such, more concerned. She was becoming more withdrawn.
    Rosie’s dad is not on the scene. He used to say that it would have been better if we had had a wee boy instead of a girl because with a boy you only have one penis to worry about. Oh yes, that was a concern. A big concern. Every mother worries about that, don’t they? I used to play the scene over and over in my head. I know my religion tells me that you can’t abort, but, if I’m honest, if Rosie came in at that age and told me she was pregnant I’d march her down to the nearest clinic, I’m telling you I would. It’d just waste her life. You see all the young lassies around here pushing their buggies up and down with nowhere to go. The poor souls haven’t a clue about how to take care of themselves never mind a bloody wean. She doesn’t see her dad anymore. She used to, but no anymore. It’s mostly his decision. It’s not a major problem.
    Rosie and Cora had been pals since primary school. I liked wee Cora, but she was worrying me of late I have to say. In this place you can’t go to Tesco but everyone knows what you had for your dinner, and wee Cora had started to get herself that bad reputation that no lassie wants. Well, it’s plain to see, isn’t it? That she was putting it about a bit. And that’s up to her, as long as she’s being careful, but in my mind I was wondering what our Rosie was up to while Cora was gaining that reputation. Was she just standing around a corner waiting for her? Or was she with the guy’s pal? I tell you, my nerves were shattered. Don’t get me wrong I don’t expect her to be a saint or anything like that. Sure, I did the same when I was that age, well, just kissing and the like. What I’m saying is that, like any teenage girl, I was into boys and relationships, and first loves and going to the pictures and the discos. It was normal. But now it’s all about sex, sex and more sex. I blame that bloody internet. Another worry was that in our day there were few cases of disease. Nowadays loads of girls have got something wrong with them, haven’t they? I don’t know. Well Chlamydia is the main one these days, isn’t it? In my day we didn’t even know there was something called Chlamydia. I was just waiting for the day when Rosie came in and told me that Cora was pregnant. I wouldn’t have been that bit surprised one iota.
    It wasn’t as though I was over the moon, or anything like that, when Rosie brought Clem home for the first time. Obviously I noticed his strange name and his posh accent. But he was a nice laddie. You get that instinct about things. My first impression of him was that he was well mannered and charming. I could see why Rosie had gone for someone like him. You see, our Rosie has always thought most of the guys at her school were stupid, whereas Clem was the opposite. I’ll tell you what was more important to me: Rosie seemed to be a lot happier after she met Clem. They became inseparable pretty quickly. He was always around at the house, always polite and friendly. I also noticed that she started listening to