End of Inner Monologue

Spencer smirks as he holds back laughter. Paula catches on.

“I meant anal-retentive.” She insists trying to correct her son’s juvenile thinking.

“I know Mom, I wouldn’t care if he was in to the other kind of anal anyway…he’ll probably always be an ass, but he’s my brother.”

Spencer’s P.o.V.

Clay came home in time for dinner. It was just the four of us ‘cause Glen was still playin’ B-Ball…or so we thought. Nobody was alarmed that he wasn’t home yet ‘cause he did that a lot. He is really dedicated to bein’ number one, and he is a pretty good player…like maybe NBA good, definitely college, if he doesn’t do anythin’ stupid, and when it comes to Glen, that’s a big if.

Which reminds me, do ya remember how I said we only thought he was still playin’ b-ball? Well, he wasn’t he was off doing somethin’ stupid. He didn’t get his knee messed up during a pick up game or nothin’ like that, but what he did do was even more stupid.

When he finally came home an hour or two after we were all done eatin’, the table was clear, he heated up his plate which Mom had left in the microwave for him, and sat down to eat alone. I was using my walker by now, and goin’ to the fridge to get somethin’ to drink, once I did that I decided to go to the table and talk to him.

Nice of ya to stop playin’ for the day, and come home. I joked.

“Aww, did my little brother miss me?” He jokes back.

Yeah… I missed you like I miss the time I had Pink Eye. I continued sarcastically.

“Good one…, but actually I wasn’t playin’ basketball.” He said with a grin.

I knew that grin, it could only mean one thing…he was with a girl.

“Basketball and cheerleadin’ practice ended at the same time. I noticed this one chick admirin’ my skills the whole time.”

He said confirmin’ my theory.

“I mean they were all diggin’ me, but this chick was really hot for me…”

I rolled my eyes as he continued.

“She’s smokin’ hot Spence, nice legs, nice ass, nice tits; face ain’t bad to look at either….oh and those lips! They taste like candy!