Frank’s sister, Siobhan, had just asked him to go to Glasgow to find their brother, Martin:
Frank looked longingly at the tube of paint he’d abandoned moments earlier. ‘I’m sure he’ll be fine.’
Perhaps he’d said it too quietly or perhaps his sister wasn’t listening. Either way, she carried on as if he hadn’t spoken. ‘You know what Martin’s like. He needs minding sometimes.’
‘Only sometimes? Did Finn get his address?’
‘Of course not. Finn’s almost as useless as Martin.’
‘What are the odds of me finding him without an address? Besides, I can’t go. I have responsibilities.’
What are Frank’s responsibilities and what does Siobhan think of them? Look in again tomorrow to find out.
Hazel Ward 