“Which one’s your favorite?” He gave me a hard look. “You don’t pick favorites, Molloy.” “Bullshit,” I laughed. “Everyone has a favorite. That doesn’t mean that you love any of them more or less than the other. It only means that you’re more compatible with one and prefer their company.” He thought about it for a long moment before mumbling, “I suppose I’m closest to Shannon.” “Your sister?” He nodded. “Is she the one who’s ten?” Another nod. “She’ll be eleven next month.”
