| Doric - ABN |
“He hits mi Ma, an he hits | Abbie | , but he nivver hits me. Ah wi | 2009 |
| Doric - DOR |
ut maybe a spirk o watter hit | Abbie | , for he roondit on him an sto | 2003 |
| Doric - ABN |
ested. For a meenit Ah thocht | Abbie | , peer loon, was seriously thi | 2009 |
| Doric - ABN |
oad at 45. Aabody ca’ed him | Abbie | , though. We were in the same | 2009 |
| Doric - ABN |
ed stracht at it. “Cm’ere | Abbie | ,” Ah said, pittin ma haan o | 2009 |
| Doric - ABN |
awa fae the windae. “Weel, | Abbie | ,” Ah said, “nivver min’ | 2009 |
| Doric - ABN |
“Weel, | Abbie | ,” Ah thocht, “farivver ye | 2009 |
| Doric - ABN |
Ah looked ower at | Abbie | . He’d turnt fyte as a sheet | 2009 |
| Doric - DOR |
’m nae a liar or fraudster, | Abbie | . Whit ah saw wis as real as y | 2003 |
| Doric - ABN |
laughter gin it hid only been | Abbie | ; but killin his wife that wye | 2009 |
| Doric - ABN |
n at the windae, divn’t ye, | Abbie | ?” | 2009 |
| Doric - ABN |
a dee’t again. Will ye nae, | Abbie | ?” | 2009 |
| Doric - ABN |
an Aitken started layin intae | Abbie | again, Ah wanted tae rin. Bit | 2009 |
| Doric - ABN |
efter that, an Ah nivver saa | Abbie | again. It wis three or fower | 2009 |
| Doric - ABN |
walked intae the kitchen, far | Abbie | an me were playin on the flee | 2009 |
| Doric - ABN |
| Abbie | began tae move ower tae the k | 2009 |
| Doric - ABN |
d Aitken. An wi that, he taks | Abbie | bi the neck o his pullover, t | 2009 |
| Doric - DOR |
t is interestin tae note that | Abbie | considert the failure o the e | 2003 |
| Doric - ABN |
faither was there afore him. | Abbie | could hardly spik. “Ah’m | 2009 |
| Doric - DOR |
exactly whit stuff he meant, | Abbie | cried him a fraudster an a li | 2003 |
| Doric - ABN |
| Abbie | didna come tae the skweel for | 2009 |
| Doric - DOR |
etted ower Erchie’s safety. | Abbie | didnae say a word. | 2003 |
| Doric - ABN |
| Abbie | didna say onythin. He wis tha | 2009 |
| Doric - ABN |
half seas ower, an laid intae | Abbie | for the laist time. Aye, the | 2009 |
| Doric - ABN |
m Webster, an Stan Miller, an | Abbie | Greig, an onybody else that w | 2008 |
| Doric - ABN |
na ken.” She wis as fyte as | Abbie | hersel noo. “Na, na, Jock, | 2009 |
| Doric - ABN |
fooers for Lord an Lady Muck ( | Abbie | hid a Rolls Royce Silver Wrai | 2009 |
| Doric - DOR |
Bruntland Arms regulars felt | Abbie | hid been somewhat hard on Erc | 2003 |
| Doric - DOR |
| Abbie | himsel, perhaps sensin this q | 2003 |
| Doric - DOR |
urrilous behaviour wid o left | Abbie | in a state o regret, yet it d | 2003 |
| Doric - ABN |
| Abbie | looked at me as though Ah wis | 2009 |
| Doric - ABN |
his aal man got. An syne, fan | Abbie | managed tae slip aff his knee | 2009 |
| Doric - ABN |
en deid or she hit the fleer. | Abbie | nivver cam oot the coma an wi | 2009 |
| Doric - DOR |
rchie disappeart, a man named | Abbie | Reid also left wi’oot trace | 2003 |
| Doric - DOR |
ed by the fingers o Erchie an | Abbie | Reid an buckelt an pierced by | 2003 |
| Doric - DOR |
id at the Bruntland the nicht | Abbie | Reid made his staggerin accus | 2003 |
| Doric - DOR |
hief among these sceptics wis | Abbie | Reid wha, it might be o relev | 2003 |
| Doric - DOR |
yet it didnae quite seem so. | Abbie | simply remained in the Snug a | 2003 |
| Doric - ABN |
am or somethin like that, fan | Abbie | slipped an fell back ontae th | 2009 |
| Doric - ABN |
lin at the moo. Syne he flung | Abbie | tae the fleer. For a meenit o | 2009 |
| Doric - ABN |
Bit | Abbie | widna listen. “Please, plea | 2009 |
| Doric - DOR |
here. Suffice it tae say that | Abbie | wis left somewhit oot o pocke | 2003 |
| Doric - ABN |
as reed as a bilin partan; an | Abbie | wis screamin “Ma! Ma!”, a | 2009 |
| Doric - ABN |
| Abbie | wis wipin the het tears fae h | 2009 |
| Doric - ABN |
urse, we hardly expectit that | Abbie | would get aff withoot a licki | 2009 |
| Doric - ABN |
thoot mercy. He must hae gien | Abbie | ’s backside aboot thirty sla | 2009 |
| Doric - ABN |
| Abbie | ’s een were lik gobstoppers, | 2009 |
| Doric - ABN |
nin their razors on). An peer | Abbie | ’s erse must hae felt the st | 2009 |
| Doric - ABN |
on it. The colour drained fae | Abbie | ’s face, an Ah kent fit he w | 2009 |
| Doric - ABN |
l o a boat. A battleship that | Abbie | ’s faither was makin oot o b | 2009 |
| Doric - ABN |
ther weet day, fan I wis telt | Abbie | ’s faither wis oot, an Ah wi | 2009 |
| Doric - ABN |
the bed settee (like wirsels | Abbie | ’s family bade in a room an | 2009 |
| Doric - ABN |
it a difference fae his wife, | Abbie | ’s mither, a bonnie wumman t | 2009 |
| Doric - ABN |
s terrifeet. Me, an Elsie, an | Abbie | ’s mither an aa. An fan Aitk | 2009 |
| Doric - ABN |
weet – poorin o rain – an | Abbie | ’s mither hid said we could | 2009 |
| Doric - ABN |
prize piece o his collection, | Abbie | ’s pride an joy. In yon days | 2009 |
| Doric - ABN |
staan. Bit Ah fairly took tae | Abbie | ’s sister Elsie; she wis aal | 2009 |
| Doric - ABN |
gain. Bit this time he pulled | Abbie | ’s troosers richt doon, an w | 2009 |
| Doric - ABN |
please, oh please, please.” | Abbie | ’s vyce wis affa pathetic. | 2009 |