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fidgeting wae they fingers ae his, trying tae pluck up the courage tae finally blurt oot the question.  Despite trying his best tae be patient, he couldnae haud it in any longer.  It seemed obvious, at least it did tae Johnboy, bit it wis clear that Skull wisnae gonnae spill the beans and tell Johnboy whit he needed tae know, withoot a wee bit ae encouragement.  He bit the bullet.
      “So, whit happened efter ye left Flypast’s, Skull?”
      Silence.
      “Efter leaving Flypast’s?” Skull finally replied, his voice sounding distant, bit his eyes looking straight intae Johnboy’s.  “Ah jist heided hameward, alang Stirling Road.  That’s the way Ah should’ve gone earlier, insteid ae via McAslin Street, where Ah’d bumped intae Flypast.  By that time, Ah awready knew Ah wis far too late tae get intae the hoose, bit Ah thought Ah’d gie it a shot anyway.  Ah thought that Ah’d maybe get in, seeing as school wis starting the next day efter the summer holidays…and anyway, Ah wanted tae get ye that doo book,” he said, a wee smile appearing at the corner ae his mooth.
      “Aye, Ah wis fair looking forward tae that, so Ah wis,” Johnboy murmured encouragingly wae a nod ae his heid.
      “When Ah goat tae the door, it wis shut as tight as a blind nun’s fanny.”
      “Er, ur ye supposed tae be saying things like that?” Johnboy asked, shocked.
      He peered closely at Skull, efter swiftly looking aboot the cell, hauf expecting a bolt ae lightening tae hit them at any second.
      “Like whit?  As tight as a blind nun’s fanny?”
      “Well, ye know?” Johnboy said hesitantly, still waiting fur that big bolt tae appear doon through the curved brick ceiling.
      “Why wid Ah no be able tae say something like that?”
      “Ah don’t know.  Ah…Ah jist thought ye widnae be, that’s aw.”
      “Ye mean like…when Ah looked through that keyhole, it wis as tight as an altar boy’s arse-hole that hid managed tae escape fae the clutches ae a big hairy priest’s fingers?  Or how aboot…when Ah looked through the letter box, it wis as wide as that procurator fiscal’s fanny efter being shagged by hauf the judges in the toon tae get that prosecutor’s job?”
      “Skull, ye hivnae changed a bit, so ye hivnae,” Johnboy retorted, laughing.
      “Anyway, it wis obvious as soon as Ah clocked that the door wis bolted, that Ah widnae be sleeping at hame that night.  It’s funny though…if Ah hidnae hid the key fur oor new cabin across oan Parly Road, Ah wid’ve probably jist went next door tae Margaret’s.  Before Ah arrived at the closemooth, Ah’d decided that Ah wis gonnae knock oan her door and ask if Ah could kip oan her flair because Ah’d school in the morning and Ah wanted tae get that doo book fur ye.  Margaret hid let me crash at hers in the past, plenty ae times, bit Ah always felt awkward aboot chapping oan her door at night and asking her.  Ah wish we hidnae bought that dookit aff ae they Murphy pricks noo, when Ah think aboot it.”
      “Don’t say that, Skull.  Getting the dookit wis bloody brilliant, so it wis…apart fae whit happened tae you, that is.  Even if we did only hiv it fur a few scabby days, Ah’m still glad we goat wan o’er oan they Murphy pricks.  Remember how happy we aw wur the day we goat the key ae the cabin? Nowan knows this…” Johnboy said, suddenly lowering his voice and looking aboot the empty cell.  “We cannae mention this tae anywan, bit it wis us that put The Big Man and they Murphys oot ae the doo business.  They jacked it in the day efter we wiped the flair wae they arses ae theirs.  Yer da wid’ve been proud ae ye, Skull.  Aw the doo men across the city ur fleeing doos tae their heart’s content, withoot hivving tae be worrying aboot a chap oan the door in the middle ae the night fae they Murphys, so they ur.”
      “Really?”
      “Oh, aye,” Johnboy acknowledged, gieing Skull a wee knowing wink.
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