“Apparently my boy, me son Conor, it was who took the tart off your Paolo...” Mary continued.
“He’s not my Paolo!” Livia quickly insisted.
“Whatever... seems Conor got gazumped when Ronan met her and the little tart decided to go for power, experience... and money! No feckin’ taste though if she’d settle for Ronan!”
Mary stopped, looking thoughtful for a moment before she continued.
“But hang on... what the feck does that say about me!” she started to laugh, which started Livia off and removed any slight tension she’d suddenly been experiencing.
“What the feck?” said Livia to more laughter.