“Ma, can you just go?” Johnny bit out. “Now? We were in the middle of something here.” She gave him a hard stare. “In the middle of what?” I waved the controller at her. “I beat him at PlayStation.” “No,” Johnny corrected. “She didn’t beat me at anything…” He paused to glare at me. “You haven’t won yet.” And then he turned back to his mother and added, “She just pushed the bar out.” “To space,” I mumbled under my breath. “I heard that,” he shot back, smirking. Mrs. Kavanagh looked between us and then beamed. “He’s a terrible loser, isn’t he?” “I am fucking not!” “I know.” I giggled.
