“Oh my god, Joe,” I groaned, screaming on the inside as the realization of what I had done suddenly dawned on me. “I’m my father.” “What are you talking about, Molloy?” “Dad,” I choked out. “I’m him.” I looked at Joey. “He’s a cheater, I’m a cheater!” I threw my hands up in dismay. “We’re both cheating apples from the same cheating tree. Ugh,” I muttered, thoroughly distressed. “And now I’m no better than he is.”
