“And when I woke up this morning, I was completely soaked.” The sound a spanner clattering to the ground and then the words, “Jesus Christ,” filled my ears. I grinned in victory. “Are you alright there, Joey, lad?” my dad asked from where he was rummaging under the bonnet of the car with a dipstick in hand. “How’s that under-tray coming along, son?” Joey, whose upper body was hidden beneath the car they were working on, muttered another curse before saying, “Yeah, Tony, it’s nearly on there.” “Good lad yourself,” Dad said, turning his attention back to me. “You know, Aoife, pet, if you’re
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