“Four,” he muttered before quickly correcting himself and saying, “three.” “Four, three?” I grinned. “Which is it?” “I had four, I have three,” he replied in a flat tone. “Oh my god,” I croaked out, feeling a pang of sympathy hit me. “Did one of your siblings pass away?” “He’s still breathing,” Joey deadpanned. “But he’s dead to me.” Well, crap…
Stupid Darren
