The Best Scandal Ever
avoid some of them, they were so keen. Never in his life previously had he dreamed that one day he
would have the pick of quite so many women, and many of his former school mates looked on with
envy at his legendary lifestyle and success with women. This one wasn’t on his ‘ten’ list, but she was
a little imperfect, which he liked, and extremely keen to get to know him, which he liked even more.
“Is that true, that you’re the richest hippy in the world?”
“How about I tell you about it over some food?” Sam donned his particularly foxy mirrored
Another meal. Poor Sam worried a little, but if he was going to get today’s prize, a meal was
necessary to provide the time necessary to close the deal. This one hadn’t been taking his advice for
very long – she still had the skin of a conventional eater. A little encouragement, he thought, and
soon she would have the glowing skin and bright eyes of the raw vegan.
Two hours later and Sam was dressing after a lengthy shower during which the off ending mascara
had mercifully been removed.
“Well, thank you, maam.” He smiled at her. She, not believing her luck, smiled back. What a story
for her hard drinking ‘normal’ friends when she saw them later for a not-at-all-raw beer and Corn
chips. Sam Redwood, who would believe it!
“When will you finish?” Una looked at the heap of bedclothes concealing her daughter, who was
trying to hide under her handstitched patchwork quilt in an effort not to be seen slacking.
“I don’t know, mum. Please just go to bed. It will be done in the morning.”
Kira had been painting the narrow tall bathroom for five hours, fifteen minutes at a time, and was
having another lie down to regain the strength to continue. A combination of liver disease,
exhaustion and grief was making a normally simple job very, very hard.
“I tried to put the ladder up in the bath to get to the corner, but I thought the bath would probably
crack under my weight.”
Kira was four hundred pounds. She hadn’t always been this weight, it had gone up and down
constantly for fifteen years, between cancer, attempts to give up smoking and continuous
bereavement, she had ‘given up, giving up’ and was hoping for a swift death. Painting the bathroom
was essential however. Kira was not a girl for giving up on work, even if she had given up on her
The doorbell rang and Una went to answer it, shaking her head slightly. She knew Kira would finish
the job, but the tiredness was worrying. She wasn’t going to let Kira know that, however. It was not
the Scottish Presbyterian way to show compassion on a day-to-day basis. Compassion was for very
It was ex number four.
“Kira?” The tall aging punk smiled apologetically.