“I don’t mind. But I’m just giving you a heads-up that I’m about to root through everything you own.” “Hey, don’t take them all,” Hughie shouted, running up the beach toward us. “That’s my Toblerone, you little bitch.” “Possession is nine-tenths of the law,” Gibsie said and laughed, running off with an armful of chocolate in his arms. “Claire, grab the bag and run, babe. It’s full of sweets.” “Welcome home, Johnny,” Claire squealed, chasing after Gibsie with my carry-on bag in her arms. “Thanks for the sweets.”
