“I’ll start planning the exam.” And with that he was gone—her fiancé, Kelly McCullough. Chapter Eleven Kelly climbed up the steps to his house whistling like a cartoon. As he entered the kitchen, he found Luke sitting with his mother. Maureen stood and smiled. “Hello, dear. You’re looking mighty happy. Did you have a nice day?” He hugged his mum and pressed a smacking kiss on her rosy cheek. “Lovely day, mum.” She slapped his cheek and bustled to the fridge. “Yer drunk!” “Sober as a saint,” he proclaimed, slapping Luke on the back and taking a seat in his father’s chair. His booted feet propped on the table. Maureen pulled out a dish and heaped a large scoop of rice pudding in a bowl. As she carried it to him, she slapped his feet and the chair collapsed forward. “Don’t be an animal. Here. Eat. You look pale.” He shoveled a large bite in his mouth and moaned happily. His mum sat beside him and grinned curiously. It had been a while since he’d been in a jovial mood.
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