The Interview

Andy McAlindon

As I walk up towards the house a large, handsome, beaming, hairy-faced Jacobite in full regalia including calf-length leather coat and flintlock pistols leaps out from behind a van, “You must be Rona!” and he shakes my hand so warmly that the various weaponry attached to him rattles. “I’m Andy… The Highlander!” he says. I had guessed!