“Hey, it’s okay,” I whispered, slipping my hand into his. “It’s, uh, kind of normal.” “Normal?” Johnny spluttered, eyeballing me with unrestrained outrage. “Shan, there is nothing normal about those two…two…geriatrics!” I laughed into his face. I felt bad, but I honestly couldn’t help it. “This is funny for you?” Johnny accused hotly. “You’re supposed to be on my side here, baby!” “I am,” I coaxed, holding his hand with both of mine. “I’m always on your side.”
