Chapter 6
His father noticed his lack of sleep the next day. And there was no avoiding the conversation that was going to happen.
"Sit," Joseph, Sr. said.
Joey tried to shrug it off. "Dad, really, there's--"
His father held up a hand. "Obviously something is bothering you. Now what is it?" When he didn't get an answer, he gave Joey the "father look". "You were happy and smiling three days ago. Now you have circles under your eyes. So, spill it."
As if he were a guilty twelve year old, Joey squirmed under his father's gaze. He finally let out a sigh. "Cailleagh and I..."
"Who's Cailleagh?" his father asked.
Joey squirmed again. "The lady I've been seeing," he replied.
Joseph, Sr. raised his eyebrows. "And you two had an argument?"
"No, not
