“You’re in my seat.” “I didn’t see your name on it, lad,” Jamie joked, looking slick in his fancy black coat and gelled hair. “It’s right there,” Hugh offered, using his fork to point out the word Gibsie engraved on the chair. “Move.” “Don’t families usually eat dinner together?” he muttered under his breath as he begrudgingly took the seat at the end of the table. “They do,” Hugh replied with a sharp edge to his tone. “He is family.”
TELL HIM HUGH ❗️❗️❗️
