It had taken another day, but I’d finally got Niamh to agree to speak with Aunt Siobhan about their fight. But not before we’d had our own heart-to-heart.
Look, I wasn’t into touchy-feely conversations where you cut out your heart and cry. Why talk about a thing when you could do something about it?
“You can’t solve this for her,” Mari had said the night prior to my conversation with my sister. “She has to come to the decision herself.”
I’d punched my pillow. “She’s not good at making her own decisions.”
“She’ll only rebel if you try to control her.”
Mari had rolled over, her back to me, and my c**k had stirred. Why were we not having s*x? She was in my bed, wearing her pajamas. It would take all of five seconds to strip off her trousers and have my hands down her panties.
Because sh
