“Ma decided it would be a wonderful idea to make Shannon take a bleeding shower.” I cast him an evil glare. “Another one.” “Are you shitting me?” Gibsie snickered. “I shit you not,” I bit out, turning up the familiar laneway to Tommen. “Ma also thought it was a fabulous fucking idea to take Shannon’s wet clothes and put them in the dryer.” “Stop. I can’t. This is too priceless.” He threw his head back and howled laughing. “Mammy Kavanagh’s a better wingman than I am!”
