“Ye canna go in looking like that.”
“Where do you think I came from?”
“Michael, that’s daft! And this is why ye need me to move in with ye. Clearly not an ounce of common sense in yer shot glass. Sitcheedoon and I’ll have Max get ye a strong cuppa.”
“Anyone need a lift?” Mike asked, ignoring his mother’s comments.
“You haven’t look this bad since—” Alan began.
“Maybe I’ll move in here by myself,” Teaszy said, folding the napkin on her lap before setting it on the table beside her.
“Max, you staying here or coming home tonight?” Mike asked, ignoring Alan as he reached into his pants pocket for the key to the unmarked police car that he had parked out in front of the house.
“He’ll stay here with his Gran,” Mary-Margaret stated.
“You spend more time in my old room than I ever did,” Mi
