Feeling at a loss, I grabbed the huge white polar bear from the top of her bed and held it out to him. “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.”
