The Busconductor Hines by James Kelman

Author:James Kelman
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Birlinn
Published: 2011-02-14T16:00:00+00:00

It was only because he was in the district that he was sitting in the home of his parents. It had not been the purpose of his visit. And if the auld man had been present the whole thing would have been beyond talking about. Bad enough with the maw. How to speak to her even. What is important concerning a mother. There you have the weans and their way ahead. Nothing wrong in that, perfectly reasonable. Three of them to get worried about. The youngest a lassie working in England who telephones quite regularly and is the favourite of the dad; perfectly natural – and she and Hines were close in childhood; and then she got very upset on her most recent visit home, last Hogmanay, in company with her boyfriend. The discussion had begun in general terms but finally involved only her and Hines. Sandra, the boyfriend, and mother were present – father having previously retired to bed having consumed too much to drink. It was a strange kind of situation altogether and no one had seemed to feel at home. Apparently Hines acted badly but doesnt regret any of it. The boyfriend was working in a good job which wasnt his fault and he came from the English Home Counties which also wasnt his fault and he spoke with this fucking amazing English accent which also might not have been his fault but who can tell; one would require to know how the cunt’s family, friends and neighbours conversed in order to settle the point. Anyway, that was irrelevant. What mattered was the wage (and Barbara’s wage if it comes to that). It was an extraordinary piece of business. As an illustration of how Hines felt about it all he ventured that he might have to vomit when he saw the boyfriend being friendly to Paul. There was, of course, nothing wrong in being friendly to weans, doing your bit and so on, when they’ve become bored and tired in adult company. It was just a sharp sensation of nausea. He just didnt want the cunt playing with him – bad enough having to speak to him but imagine having your wee boy actually touched by the cunt, actually fucking touched; jesus christ, too much. It was nothing personal. Hines had explained how the thing was genuinely distanced from individuals as such. And to be honest, the boyfriend wasnt too bad a cunt. This is always the fucking trap. Hines was able to drink with him and shake hands with him at the Bells and the rest of it. But not for the actual future. That would have been too shameful.

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