“Joseph, may I be frank?” “Be whoever the fuck you want, Doc. I’m not your keeper,” I mumbled, enjoying the feel of Molloy’s fingers in my hair so much, I leaned in closer and rested my chin on her shoulder. “You be Frank and I’ll be Joey.” “No, Joe, he meant… Never mind. Go ahead, Doctor.” “In cases like Joseph’s—” “Joey,” I grumbled. “It’s Joey, Frank.”
