(A Sister gets to know her brother better.)
I spent the hottest day of the summer sitting by my pool with my friend Stacey. We spent the afternoon working on our tans and talking about nothing in particular.
At some point, I had noticed the curtains in one of the windows was pulled back slightly.
“Don’t look now, Stace, but I think my brother is watching you.”
She raised her eyebrows slightly and peered up at the window.
“Oh my God! What’s with him? Not only is he weird, but he’s a total perv!”
“Hey that’s my brother! He’s not a perv, and he’s not that weird!”
“Oh please Anne, He’s weird. I don’t think he’s ever said more than two words to me, or to anyone. The boy doesn’t talk. He just locks himself in his room. God only knows what he does up there.”
“He’s just shy. And just becau
