“Hey, Johnny?” Ollie asked, strolling into the living room later that evening. “Are you going to marry my sister?” “Wait for it,” Gibsie snickered, nudging my shoulder as he tapped away on his PlayStation controller in front of a giant TV in the living room. “He’s going to start getting stroke symptoms.” Smirking, I paused our game with my controller and turned my attention to the terrified-looking rugby player. “Good question, Ols.”
