“I’m about to make you a grandmother before your forty-fifth birthday. I think it’s safe to say that I haven’t done such a great job of finding the balance in anything—unless you’re referring to my ability to balance on Joey’s dick. In that case, the evidence is all in, and it turns out that I’m a pro.” “Why would you say that to me?” Mam groaned, covering her face with her hand. “I’m your mother, Aoife. Jesus.” I shrugged. “I guess that’s my reckless streak rearing its ugly head again, huh, Mam?”
