Chapter 9“I want you to tell me everything,” Sean says as soon as we step out of the pub.
This is after his beloved cousin James gave me a slap that sent me stumbling forward, saying he was happy to meet me, and calling me “bolshie.” Very funny.
Sean twines his fingers with mine, gives me a smile, and is about to bend down to kiss me when we hear the unmistakable sound of a car horn. Dad O’Sullivan looks out the windshield and waves.
I feel like laughing because Sean’s look is so appalled, it’s funny—it’s the one young children have when they see an ugly relative bending over their cradle.
“But…what’s he doing here? Did you come with him?” he asks, turning to me. Poor Sean, one shock after another. I nod and hunch my shoulders.
“Not that I really had a choice. Your parents have been q
