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“I hate it in England, Mam. I don’t have any friends, and everyone at school teases me for the way I talk.”
“She’s a fucking lunatic, Mam.” “Don’t you dare call your sister that word.” “Why not? It’s the truth. Half the time she’s a mute, and the other half, she’s screaming her head off and attacking anyone who gets near her.”
Oh no. The voice was back. The scary voice. The one that made me wet the bed. The one that made me fight. Clamping my hands over my ears, I hummed loudly to drown it out. I had to make the voice go away.
“Then my wish came true.” “What wish, sweetheart?” “I used my birthday wish on you,” I replied happily. “To make you better, and it worked.”
“It’s not… I’m, uh, it’s a private family matter,” Caoimhe replied, cheeks turning red.
“Did he hurt her or something?” “No,” Caoimhe snapped, sounding angry now. “Why would our dad hurt her?”
We could argue, fight, and say the worst things to each other and still be okay because we were brothers, and brothers always came back together in the end.
Mrs. Grady was even older than Old Murphy, but she wasn’t a grouch like him.
Especially about the asshole Sadhbh was kissing instead of Joe, but I did as my mother asked. Keith Allen. Puke.
“You’re going to get in deep trouble because of me.” “I don’t care,” I told her. “He hurt my friend. He made you cry.” “Yeah, but you made him bleed,” she replied, chewing her lip. “You’re going to get punished.”
Claire was loud and funny, and she made me feel happy. Shannon was quiet and calm and made me feel safe.
Daddy had blue eyes, too, but they looked pale and sad. Like mine.
I wasn’t supposed to see her. But I did.
“Yeah,” Joey agreed with a dangerous chuckle, closing the space she put between them. “But I’m a scumbag that’ll tear your fucking world apart if you touch my sister again.” Whoa.
I could tell she wasn’t a fan, but she was here right now, rocking the coolest costume I’d ever seen.
“You’re shit at being a lady.” “That’s because I don’t want to be a lady,” she called back with a grin. “I want to be a knight like you.”
“I’ll call Grandad Healy and that’s my final offer,” I replied, standing firm. “Fine, you can call Grandad,”

