“Christ, that’s some amount of rain for March.” “Watch your language,” Mrs. Kavanagh scolded as she started the engine and pulled off. “And what’s this I hear about you knocking Shannon out?” Johnny swung around and stared at me, the expression on his face saying, Really? I sank back in my seat. “Well?” “For fuck’s sake, Ma!” “What have I told you about your language?” Mrs. Kavanagh snapped. “Cool your jets, Johnny.” “Christ.” Johnny sagged against the headrest and groaned. “I already got it in the neck from Twomey, Lane, Coach, and Shannon’s ma. Please not you as well.” “Well?” Mrs. Kavanagh
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