she was met with solid muscle.
“Nice try, squirt.”
“God, I can’t stand you. Where do you put all that food? If I ate a whole tray of bear claws and lord knows what else you polished off yesterday—”
“There might have been a few of mom’s lemon bars left over.”
“Lemon bars too? And you’re not seven hundred pounds? What I would give to have that kind of metabolism.”
“Nah. It won’t last forever. I still do PT every day so it burns like crazy. One day, my body will wake up and realize we are not overseas anymore and I might be seven hundred pounds.”
She rolled her eyes at me and tried to pinch any excess off my flanks and gut. When she couldn’t, she play slapped me against my chest a few times and told me I sucked before looking for leftover sweets in the kitchen.
“So, you’re not gonna tell me?” I called after her as I heard the refrigerator door open. “Come on.” Waiting for her reply, I listened for the door to close again. Beth reemerged with a glass of sweet tea.
“What’s it worth to you, big brother?” she cooed at me.
“Oh, no you don’t. Last time you said that to me I ended up in a cheerleader outfit and that makeup didn’t come off for days .”
“Fine. See you later.”
I grabbed her arm, and she nearly spilled her tea. “What do you want?”
“Let me go, you big brute.” My sister loved drama and the delicate debutante was one of her stellar roles. “What’s a girl gotta do to spend some quality time with her big brother and I don’t know—” she was setting her reel and casting her line “—go see a movie?”
“It better not be a Twilight or a chick flick marathon.”
“No, you will have fun. I promise. They only have one showing of Deadpool at the theatre in town. They actually had a vote at the town hall meeting that it could only be shown after 10 PM as not to tarnish young minds and the good Christian folk of our town.”
“Wow, I don’t even know what to say to that.”
“So do I have a date for Deadpool’s 10:15 viewing?”
“Fine.”
“I will pick you up at nine.”
“Why so early? It doesn't start until 10:15?”
“I don't want to miss the cool trailers. Also, I will show you where Christina works before we watch the movie.”
“Okay, it’s a deal; see you at nine.”
My sister drove a hard bargain, but that’s what little brat sisters were for. At least Deadpool was definitely better than The Notebook .
Amazingly, Beth was on time and less critical of my attire. She had on a blue sundress and these chunky bamboo looking sandals that laced all the way up her calves like she was a gladiator in a dress. An ivory wrap was on the passenger seat and I tossed it at her.
"Bringing a blanket to the movies? Are you going to fall asleep on me?" I teased.
"Hardy-har-har. Hello to you too, big brother. I see you are loosening up a bit. No starch in your boxers today?” I flipped her off and climbed into her Beetle.
“Maybe I’m not wearing any.”
“Ew, TMI. Can you get any grosser? What if we were in a wreck?”
“Just don’t crash, Dale.”
Beth pulled out of the driveway and headed toward town. “So, what’s the deal with you and Christina?”
“There is no deal. I just want to apologize.”
“Didn’t you talk to her at the house?”
“I was distracted by food.” Beth rolled her eyes and kept driving. “Besides, I just don’t know what to say.”
“So, do you know what to say now?”
Did I? I hadn’t really laid out a game plan. I didn’t want to be a creeper and show up at her house unannounced so I figured I would send her flowers to her job or something. After making my deal with the devil in exchange for Deadpool , I didn’t think that far ahead. I did have an offering, though. I reached in the pocket of my lightweight track jacket and showed Beth my small bouquet of Rolos wrapped with a ribbon.
She glanced over to my hand while stopped at the red light. “What is that supposed to
“Nice try, squirt.”
“God, I can’t stand you. Where do you put all that food? If I ate a whole tray of bear claws and lord knows what else you polished off yesterday—”
“There might have been a few of mom’s lemon bars left over.”
“Lemon bars too? And you’re not seven hundred pounds? What I would give to have that kind of metabolism.”
“Nah. It won’t last forever. I still do PT every day so it burns like crazy. One day, my body will wake up and realize we are not overseas anymore and I might be seven hundred pounds.”
She rolled her eyes at me and tried to pinch any excess off my flanks and gut. When she couldn’t, she play slapped me against my chest a few times and told me I sucked before looking for leftover sweets in the kitchen.
“So, you’re not gonna tell me?” I called after her as I heard the refrigerator door open. “Come on.” Waiting for her reply, I listened for the door to close again. Beth reemerged with a glass of sweet tea.
“What’s it worth to you, big brother?” she cooed at me.
“Oh, no you don’t. Last time you said that to me I ended up in a cheerleader outfit and that makeup didn’t come off for days .”
“Fine. See you later.”
I grabbed her arm, and she nearly spilled her tea. “What do you want?”
“Let me go, you big brute.” My sister loved drama and the delicate debutante was one of her stellar roles. “What’s a girl gotta do to spend some quality time with her big brother and I don’t know—” she was setting her reel and casting her line “—go see a movie?”
“It better not be a Twilight or a chick flick marathon.”
“No, you will have fun. I promise. They only have one showing of Deadpool at the theatre in town. They actually had a vote at the town hall meeting that it could only be shown after 10 PM as not to tarnish young minds and the good Christian folk of our town.”
“Wow, I don’t even know what to say to that.”
“So do I have a date for Deadpool’s 10:15 viewing?”
“Fine.”
“I will pick you up at nine.”
“Why so early? It doesn't start until 10:15?”
“I don't want to miss the cool trailers. Also, I will show you where Christina works before we watch the movie.”
“Okay, it’s a deal; see you at nine.”
My sister drove a hard bargain, but that’s what little brat sisters were for. At least Deadpool was definitely better than The Notebook .
Amazingly, Beth was on time and less critical of my attire. She had on a blue sundress and these chunky bamboo looking sandals that laced all the way up her calves like she was a gladiator in a dress. An ivory wrap was on the passenger seat and I tossed it at her.
"Bringing a blanket to the movies? Are you going to fall asleep on me?" I teased.
"Hardy-har-har. Hello to you too, big brother. I see you are loosening up a bit. No starch in your boxers today?” I flipped her off and climbed into her Beetle.
“Maybe I’m not wearing any.”
“Ew, TMI. Can you get any grosser? What if we were in a wreck?”
“Just don’t crash, Dale.”
Beth pulled out of the driveway and headed toward town. “So, what’s the deal with you and Christina?”
“There is no deal. I just want to apologize.”
“Didn’t you talk to her at the house?”
“I was distracted by food.” Beth rolled her eyes and kept driving. “Besides, I just don’t know what to say.”
“So, do you know what to say now?”
Did I? I hadn’t really laid out a game plan. I didn’t want to be a creeper and show up at her house unannounced so I figured I would send her flowers to her job or something. After making my deal with the devil in exchange for Deadpool , I didn’t think that far ahead. I did have an offering, though. I reached in the pocket of my lightweight track jacket and showed Beth my small bouquet of Rolos wrapped with a ribbon.
She glanced over to my hand while stopped at the red light. “What is that supposed to
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