Orla wasn't wrong, of course. But she didn't realize about Blue and her boys was that they were all in love with one another. She was no less obsessed with them than they were in her, or one another, anylyzing every conversation and gesture, drawing out every joke into a longer and longer running gag, spending each moment either with one another or thinking about when next they would be with one another.
Orla wasn't wrong, of course. But she didn't realize about Blue and her boys was that they were all in love with one another. She was no less obsessed with them than they were in her, or one another, anylyzing every conversation and gesture, drawing out every joke into a longer and longer running gag, spending each moment either with one another or thinking about when next they would be with one another.