“Shannon like the river,” I sighed contently. “Shannon Lynch?” Mam exclaimed. “That’s who he’s rambling on about?” “Oh, yeah,” Gibsie mused. “What happened to being friends, Johnny?” Mam asked. “I lied,” I snickered. “I’ve been lying all along.” “Oh, Johnny,” Mam sighed. “You never had to lie, baby. I like that girl.” “She’s mine,” I grumbled. “You can’t have her.” Gibsie laughed loudly. “Everyone knows that, Cap.” Twisting my head, I tried to find my father. “Da?”
