Drunk as a skunk, Joey held me and mumbled along to the Beatles’ “Don’t Let Me Down” as we swayed against each other on the dance floor in the back lounge of Biddies. “My Granda Murphy was a big fan.” “Of the Beatles?” “Yeah, and of this song.” Pulling me close he pressed a kiss to the curve of my jaw and said, “When I was small, I used to ask him what the words of the song meant. He would always say that one day, when I found myself in love with a girl, I wouldn’t have to ask him what the words meant because I would already know.” His arms tightened around me. “Turns out he was right.”
