Best friend? I frown up at Donnelly. “You’re friends with Farrow?” Since when? While helping me back onto the bed, he tells me it’s not something they advertise all that much. “It’s mainly Farrow though,” he says. “Always acting like he’s a take-me-or-leave-me meh friend.” Donnelly smiles a little at this, like it’s an inside joke. “But the guy has never wanted me to leave. He’s made it easy for me to stay.”
