“She’s scaring me!” Gibsie accused, reaching across the console to grab Johnny’s hand. “I know, lad,” Johnny choked out, clutching his hand. “Me too.” “Stop panicking!” I screamed, lunging between the seats to clatter the pair of them. “You’re making it worse.” “Calm down, boys,” my mother commanded from the other side of me. “This is all very natural.” “There’s nothing natural about the noises coming out of your daughter,” Gibsie wailed, dodging a fist to the back of the head from Joey. “I want my mam.”
