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'By the time you swear you're his, Shivering and sighing.
And he vows his passion is, Infinite, undying.
Lady, make a note of this...One of you is lying.' Dorothy Parker


Dora decided to go round to Marta's to have a word. (Dora's idea of 'a word', was, like many mothers, in fact about five hundred words. Spoken loudly. Without pausing for breath.)

As she walked down the street where Marta lived, she thought about Jamie....a feckless charmer, who had conned her daughter out of quite a lot of money, and then waltzed off with a girl half his age. Marta had been heartbroken, and Dora had been furious. He was jolly lucky that Marta had forbidden her mother to speak to him afterwards, else he'd soon have discovered that Dora was directly descended from Gorgons.....

And now.....he was back.

Dora had spies everywhere. One of her network had filed a report, saying that Jamie's car was constantly outside Marta's flat, and indeed, there it was. He'd parked it carelessly, halfway up the pavement, a scarlet testament to his 'who gives a damn' mentality.

The windows of Marta's flat were open. Just as Dora was about to press the door buzzer, she heard her daughter's voice, carried through the still evening air, imbued with a passion that had been missing for a long time. 'Yes!' she was shouting, 'yes, yes, yes!!!'

Horrified, Dora looked at her watch. Dear god, it was only nine in the evening. She scuttled off home, wondering what on earth her daughter was thinking of....

Inside the flat, Marta was thinking only one thing. That watching the Independence debate on tv had made up her mind about Scotland's future. 'Yes!' she shouted at Alex Salmond, 'definitely yes!'