“You know, you’re like the brother I never had.” “Don’t get messy on me, Gibs.” He chuckled. “You haven’t had that much to drink, lad.” “Yet,” I corrected with a smile. “I’m so fucking glad your grandmother died when she did.” “Wow, thanks, Gibs.” “Because you’re here,” I tried to explain. “Fuck knows where I’d be if you hadn’t moved to Ballylaggin.”
