The man laughed: Look at his face!
Tammas breathed out; he inhaled on the cigarette, shaking his head; he moved away. That’ll do me, he said.
He’s had enough! grinned the man.
No fucking wonder! Tammas shook his head.
The youth was grinning and turning a page. Come here and see this yin!
Naw no me man. . Tammas shook his head again. I’ll see you later.
The youth laughed.
Outside the room he nipped the cigarette and wedged it behind his ear. He returned back out into the rear yard and stood close in to the wall with his hands in his pockets and his shoulders hunched. A man in a white coat appeared suddenly at a door farther down, and Tammas was walking along and back into the factory; a brush was lying on the floor just inside the doorway and glancing quickly sideways he collected it and continued walking in the direction of the hoist.
The top floor of the part of the factory where Tammas normally worked was a small storeroom, nowadays used only for the cutting-section. One guy was in charge. Ralphie and Tammas were up helping him shift old packing crates to make space for new stock. He had left them to enter up his written work for the afternoon, but eventually he opened the window of his office and called to Tammas: Make the tea!
Tammas looked at him then at Ralphie who shrugged, and nodded in the direction of the sink. Thanks, he said. I’m a teaboy now.
Ralphie shrugged again and looked away.
During the break the three of them sat in the office in silence. Ralphie rose and he walked to a stack of parcels, began to read their labels. Eights by twelve, he said, I didnt know we still used them?
The storeman nodded. We just keep a few in case.
Mmm. . Ralphie had taken the pipe from his pocket and was opening his tobacco pouch. The storeman lighted a cigarette, returned the packet into the drawer in his desk. Did you hear? said Ralphie. Auld McCreadie, he’s retired.
The storeman inhaled deeply on his cigarette.
Couple of weeks back.
Hh.
Aye, said Ralphie. He tapped the tobacco down inside the pipebowl and got his lighter out, and flicked on its large flame, sucking on the stem while lighting the tobacco; soon it was burning and he put the lighter away and let out a big cloud of blue smoke; he returned the pipe to between his lips. He came to sit back down again.
Tammas stood up. Going to the toilet, he said, and he left the office. There was a toilet on this floor but he passed it by, heading to the back of the area where the fire-escape staircase was situated. He walked down slowly, to the landing between floors, and he gazed out the window, out over the canal to the tenement buildings beyond. After a time he lowered himself to sit on his heels, then he sat on the concrete floor, his back to the wall and legs outstretched and crossed at the ankles.
•••
The smell of cooking was quite strong when he entered the lobby. Closing the door he continued on past the kitchen to his own room. He changed his clothes then lay on the bed. He got up and tugged over the curtains, lay down again, hands clasped beneath his head on the pillow. But he rose moments later.
Margaret was alone. She was sitting at the kitchen table, reading the Evening Times.
He went to the oven and lifted the lid off one of the pots, sniffed loudly: Delicious. I’m starving Margaret! He turned the switch a little, so that the flame became higher.
Dont do that, you’ll just burn it.
Sorry, I was. . he shrugged, I was only kidding.
She nodded, gazing at the newspaper. He sat on a chair across from her, with his back to the wall, facing away from her. He said: Did you manage up the hospital?
Yes. Yes, I did. . Margaret stood up; she walked over to the oven, lifted the lid off the pot, glanced inside.
How was she? he asked, pulling the newspaper towards himself.
Fine. The usual.
He nodded. Did she know you? He shut the newspaper, turned it to the back page. Margaret was taking the lid off the other pot which had potatoes boiling in it, and she tested them with a fork. Tammas said again: Did she know you?
Margaret nodded.
Mm. That’s something.
What d’you mean?
Eh. . Naw — just the last time I was up; remember? She thought I was her brother.
Margaret returned to her chair at the table. He carried on reading for several moments before glancing up, and saying, How was work? Then he dropped his gaze and muttered: Sorry Margaret. . He looked at her: I’m sorry. The thing is. .
She had shaken her head.
Placing his elbows on the edge of the table he inclined his head slightly and rubbed the bridge of his nose between the thumb and forefinger of his right hand. I was a bit short, had to put in extra for Blackpool and that. He took his hand away from his face and gazed at her: Coming off the machine Margaret, it means a drop in the wages, no bonus or nothing. Labouring rates just, that’s all we’re getting — even them that’s been in the job for years; hopeless. . Plus there’s a guy owes me a good few pounds. He was supposed to give me it on Friday there but he’s on the panel and there’s no way of getting in touch with him I mean I was thinking of going up to chap his door and that but I dont like to I mean. . he shrugged.
You kept out my road all weekend.
He sniffed.
Tammas, you kept out my road all weekend. How did you not just tell me? Her arms had been folded but now she had unfolded them. She looked away, shaking her head a little.
I wasnt keeping out your road. I was in the whole of Saturday night, it was just yous were out. I went to bed early and then got up early on the Sunday cause I had to go to Rab’s.
If you didnt have enough money all you had to do was tell me. And then what time did you come in at last night? I never even heard you! Did you come in last night!
What?
Well for all I know it was this morning. Robert didnt hear you either.
I was in the back of 2.
The back of 2?
Aye, the back of 2. . He sniffed and glanced at her: I was up at Donnie’s.
Why did you not tell me? you could’ve phoned Mrs Brady up the stair, that’s all you had to do. When I dont even know you’re coming how do I know about food? How am I supposed to know? Did you go in to work even? Or did you just lie in your bed all morning?
He looked away.
After a few moments Margaret got up off her chair and she crossed to the oven.
Eventually he cleared his throat and said, Donnie’s maw was asking for you.
Margaret nodded.
Her and Donnie’s auld man, they’re really knocking their pan in about New Zealand. She’s got lists of her furniture all made up; all ready. It’s good — what she’s done.
Margaret had been forking the potatoes. She settled the lid back on the pot and glanced at the wall-clock.
Where’s Robert?
He’s away a message, she replied after a moment.
Naw, he said, she wants to be ready, Donnie’s maw — so there’ll be no last minute panic once the date comes through.
I didnt know they were going for a while yet. . Margaret lifted a cloth from the sink and she dabbed at the side of the oven with it.
It’s just she wants to be ready, so when the time comes it means there’ll be no worries about selling the stuff. It’s good but, the way she’s made up the lists and that. She’s going to stick numbers on everything as well. She’s got it all worked out.
Margaret nodded. That’s good.
After a moment or two he turned the back page of the newspaper and began to read. But he stopped almost immediately and he got up and crossed to the cupboard, brought three dinner plates, teacups and saucers from a lower shelf, and cutlery from the top drawer. While he arranged them on the table he asked, Did you see any of the nurses? at the hospital?