“Good morning to you, too,” Darren grumbled. “I’ll see ya later, Shan,” Joey called back as he disappeared inside his bedroom, returning a moment later with his schoolbag slung over his shoulder and his helmet and hurley in his hand. “Chin up, kid.” “Joey,” Darren began to say. “Can we not do the wounded boy act today and just be civilized—” “Eat shit,” Joey sneered, holding his middle finger up as he thundered down the staircase.
