“Gibsie bought this one for her thirteenth birthday and demanded she name it after him,” I said. “She compromised and called it Gerry.” “I remember.” Johnny sighed and ran a hand through his hair. “Bleeding thing cost him eighty quid. He was cutting grass for the entire summer to pay for it.” My eyes widened. “Eighty euro for a teddy bear?” Johnny shrugged. “That’s the one she wanted.”
