“Johnny? Is Gerard messing with the cooker again?” Mam asked, sounding flustered. “Tell that boy he better not touch the matches. There’s a hole melted into the extractor fan from his last outing with flammables.” “That was you!” Gibsie mouthed, outraged. “No, Ma, he’s not cooking.” Shaking my head, I looked up to the ceiling and blurted the first thing that came to mind: “That was just some fella on the television.”
