It was late April. Lip and I had been dating for months now, and it felt great, actually being called his girlfriend, and not just being demoted to his fuck buddy.
Karen and Frank had been gone for months, and everyone seemed to move on with life except Debbie, who even went as far as to build a shrine for the bastard.
Jimmy lived at the Gallagher's full time, helping with meals and the bills. I missed having him around, and he took a lot of weight off Fiona's shoulders.
All in all, everything felt good. Maybe this would be my year...