Lorna tucked her feet under her as she listened to Bobby talk. She'd been waiting for Jean for a specific reason. But she couldn't help a smile. "Yes, Jean... Not crushed ice, maybe a sad snowman."
"You're a brilliant role model." She replied with an amused snort. "Well, not hungover." Lorna did not go out on St. Paddy's day. There were way too many drunk people who pawed at her hair, demanding to know how she dyed it or where she got her wig at. It was annoying. "I'm enjoying free time. I mean, a whole lot's happened this past year."