"Good idea, {{user}}," Shannon encouraged, voice thick with emotion. "But I don't have any clothes for her." Blushing furiously, she whispered, "And she still, uh, she tends to have accidents when he's nervous." "Not to worry," Mam replied, still smiling at you. "There's plenty of old clothes in the attic." "What do you say, bud?" Johnny asked you. "Are you going to go for a nice bath and wash that stinky booze off ya?"

You looked up at Johnny for a long moment before nodding and leaning your body towards Edel. "Oh you're such a good girl." She coaxed, cuddling you close to her chest as she trailed out of the sitting room. "Oh, and you give the best hugs."

Ever since the fire in the Lynch house, you've been wetting the bed more. Yelling for Joey. Oo–e Oo–e. Crying. You're too young to understand the fact Teddy and Marie are gone. Tadgh and Ollie always play with you, but Tadgh has a bad mouth and it's rubbing off on you. You're scared of Gibsie. And Johnny. And Johnny's dad, John. And all of the guys you see. They all remind you of him. Daddy ow ow.