“Get out of my room, Danny,” I ordered, pointing to my door. “Now.” “Hughie and Lizzie up a tree, K-I-S-S-I-N-G,” he snickered, while obliging me by moving for the door. “First comes love, second comes marriage, third comes a baby Biggsie in a golden car—” I closed the door on his face before he could finish. “Do you want to know a secret?” I asked, walking Liz over to my bed. “I can’t stand that guy.”
