EPISODE TWO:
Stevie hopes for a reconciliation – Denice Milloy delivers some shocking news – Geordie McCracken crosses Stevie’s path.
A tune he can’t get out of his head.
Sunny, yesterday my life was filled with rain,
Now the dark days are done and the bright days are here…
If only.
Stevie is nervous. His palms are moist. He pulls at the top button of his shirt. He loosens his tie. He checks his watch frequently. Tapping its face with an impatient finger. Furtively glancing towards the door. Fidgeting with the salt cellar. A dense cloud of cologne hanging over him. It’s a show for someone important. A woman. And he’s not sure she will turn up.
‘Get ye another tea, love?’ asks the waitress. She’s been watching him.
‘Eh … aye, aw’right.’
This will be his third. The waitress knows. She’s seen enough young men stood up by a female to recognise the signs. She decides: one more cuppa. On the house. And then she’s going to tell him,Look, son, she’s no’ comin’.
But by the time she returns, the young man has been joined at his table. If anything, though, he looks more nervous now. The waitress waits, allowing them time to talk.
‘Ye look…’
‘Nice?’ Denice smiles.
‘Well, aye. Different,’ says Stevie.
She does. Something – or someone – has changed her. Her hair’s longer. Darker. Cut straight. Subtle make-up, but heavier on the mascara. She’s wearing a short, pale-blue raincoat. Buckle tied across her middle. The Biba dress or skirt she’s presumably wearing underneath is so mini it can’t be seen. Pale-blue matching shoes with a tiny heel. She is fashionable. Stylish. Like Cathy McGowan or Twiggy. Although that doesn’t mark her out as different. Not nowadays, when it seems that all young women look to Mary Quan