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'It's not funny!'
'Well, no, but—'
'I'm going insane here. I had some woman from the
Scotsman
on earlier—'
'I though this was why we went ex-directory. How did those—? Never mind.'
'I don't know what to do!'
'Well, take the phone out.'
'I'm worried they'll come to the house!'
'That's a point; the fucking
Daily Mail
doorstepped me that time I said, Drugs; just
say Yes.'
'And I'm missing you. Help!'
'Well, why not come out here? Come to Islay. Harriet and Toby were, like, dreadfully
disappointed when I turned up without you. A less secure person than myself could al-
most have formed the impression it was you they were really looking forward to seeing,
not me. Bizarre though that sounds, obviously. But yeah, come on out.'
'How?'
'Drive?'
'Oh, come on, you know I hate driving.'
'Well then … train to Edinburgh, another train to Glasgow, then … I think there's a
bus to Kennacraig. Or something like that. Probably.'
'Oh, come on!'
'Right. Well. Umm … Fly?'
'There are no more flights till Monday.'
'You've checked?'
'I've checked.'
'Ah, what the hell, just charter a plane.'
'What?'
'Charter a plane. Drive over to Embra airport or get a taxi and charter a light plane
from there.'
'What, really?'
'Well, no, not really, I was just—'
'I could look into it, I suppose.'
'Well …'
'Is that okay?'
'Ah, well, umm.'
'You really wouldn't mind?'
'I, well, I, umm, no. No, I suppose, if you're really missing—'
'Where would I find that sort of thing? Yellow Pages, I suppose. I'll call you back.
Bye.'
