Aug 20, 2006 20:27
One thing about Boston, the weather was usually nice. Unless it was raining. Which is was. Connor sighed, and looked at his brother. Something wasn't quite right with Murphy, and it was up to him, Connor, to find out before Da dropped him out on his ear.
Connor scratched idly at the back of his neck. "Ya been feelin' all right?" Seemed as crappy a statement to say as any.