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“Of course he fucking needs his job,” my father snapped. “He has a child on the way to pay for, doesn’t he?”
Clearly sleeping on the news had done my father no favors. He seemed angrier now than when he found out.
“But you were supportive the other day when the Lynch—”
“Because you’re my daughter, dammit. Of course, I support ya. I’ll always show a united front for your benefit. But I’m not happy about it, Aoife,” he growled, cranking the engine. “My child is having a child while she’s still a child with another fucking child! I am not okay with any of this, but I don’t exactly have much of a say in the matter now, do I? Not when the horse has already bolted. No point in wringing the lad’s neck after the fact, now is there? Can’t exactly go back in time and put a condom on the little prick’s dick now, can I?”
I didn’t have an answer for him, so I let go of the door and watched as he slammed it shut before tearing off. Hurrying back inside, I raced up the stairs to grab my phone and warn my boyfriend that my father was on the warpath.
Aoife: Code red. Code red. Avoid the garage at all costs. Dad’s out for blood.
Joey: Sorry I bounced without waking ya. Had to check on the kids before work. How are you feeling? x
Aoife: Me? I’m fine. It’s you I’m worried about. Are the boys okay?
Aoife: Joe?
Joey: All good.
Aoife: And Shan?
Joey: Still not back from Dublin. x
Aoife: Aw crap.
Joey: Yeah, I know. x
Aoife: Just steer clear of your house, Joe. You can crash at mine for a few days. I don’t want you in harm’s way.
Aoife: Joe?
Aoife: Joey!
Joey: It’s all good. Don’t worry. I’m at work now, so I’ll talk to you later. x
Aoife: Seriously, Joe, about my dad. I saw a pair of rusty pliers on the passenger seat of his van. I think he might be considering castrating you.
Joey: I can handle Tony. Just mind yourself, okay? Don’t go climbing any walls or any wild shit like that. I’ll see you tonight. x
Aoife: I love you. x
Joey: I love you back. x
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“Well, I have to hand it to him,” Mam said when she walked into the kitchen after dropping off my father’s lunch at the garage. “Your baby’s father is brave.”
I sprang off my chair. “Joe?”
“Mm-hmm.” Mam nodded. “He actually showed up to work.”
“In one piece?”
Mam grimaced. “Relatively.”
“Oh my god, Mam. Please tell me that Dad didn’t hit him.”
“According to your father, he threw a wrench at Joey’s head, but had no hand in the black eye he’s sporting.”
