“Now,” Mrs. Kavanagh announced, parking outside their eight-foot-tall door. “Bring your friend inside, love, and get her something warm and dry to change into.” She cut the engine and unbuckled her seat belt. “I must make a quick call to work and then I’ll make you both something to eat.” “Ma—” Johnny began to say, but Mrs. Kavanagh climbed out of the car and hurried over to unlock the front door. Stunned, I could do nothing but watch as Mrs. Kavanagh disappeared into the house, leaving us alone in her Range Rover. “I am so fucking sorry about this,” Johnny announced, distracting me from my
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