“It’s okay,” I cooed, mashing my lips together. “She’s sixteen now, and I’m—” I slapped my forehead. “Seventeen.” “What are you talking about, Johnny?” “The fractions, Ma,” I groaned. “They’re closing in.” “Fractions of what, love?” “Not too much longer to wait.” I sighed. “Thank fuck, ’cause I’m in love.” “You’re in love?” I nodded happily. “And she’s a river.”
