“Come on,” I laughed, catching ahold of his hand. “Live a little – but be nice about it. Don’t even think about scaring him off your sister.” “She could do better.” “She could do a lot worse,” I laughed. “Go on, Joe. Go and say hi to him.” He gaped at me. “Why me?” I shrugged. “Because she’s your sister, not mine.” “So?” “So, shut up and do it already!” “Why am I constantly being ruled by the women in my life?” Joey muttered, trailing after me. ”Johnny Kavanagh?”
