Scots have long memories, and they're not the most forgiving of people.
Not for the first time, I reflected that intimacy and romance are not synonymous.
When you hold a child to your breast to nurse, the curve of the little head echoes exactly the curve of the breast it suckles, as though this new person truly mirrors the flesh from which it sprang.
There aren't any answers, only choices
Oh, womanly sympathy, love AND food?" I said, laughing. "Don't want a lot, do you?
For so many years, for so long, I have been so many things, so many different men. But here," he said, so softly I could barely hear him, "here in the dark, with you… I have no name.