“I think Hughie is Lizzie’s boyfriend,” Claire offered. “Like Gerard is my boyfriend.” “No, I’m not,” I argued, feeling all sweaty and awkward, as I hovered in the archway. “And Gibsie isn’t yours, either.” I shook my head, feeling flustered. “He’s just a boy who’s your friend. Same as me and Liz.” “Nuh-uh, Hughie,” my sister argued back, gesturing for me to come and sit next to her. “Gerard says he’s going to marry me when I’m a big girl.” “Aw.” Caoimhe laughed. “My little Gibs told you he would marry you?”
