“That’s worse again,” I barked, flustered. “There is a naked sixteen-year-old girl in your seventeen-year-old son’s bedroom right now—one you put there, I might add!” “Johnny, love, you need to relax—” “And how do you propose I do that?” I demanded. “When you put a naked teenage girl in my bedroom?” “Oh, love,” Mam muttered, worrying her lip. “I think it’s time we had a chat.” “A chat?” I gaped at her. “We are chatting. We are having a very important fucking chat, Ma. About the lack of boundaries in this family. About you needing to respect my boundaries!” “About you and Shannon.” “What about
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