“Do you even know what the sexual health clinic is used for?” “I know they’re handing out free condoms, lollipops, and bottles of lube,” Gibsie said gleefully. “That’s all I need to know.” Slapping Johnny on the shoulder, he hurried back toward the staircase, calling out, “Come on—I’ve emptied my schoolbag. We’re going to save a fucking fortune today.” I glanced up at Johnny, who was staring after Gibsie with a mildly horrified expression etched on his face. “What do you think it’s like in his head?” “A happy place?” I offered with a weak shrug.
