Casey waved his hand. "Go right on ahead, dufus."
"A private phone call."
The boys grumbled, but ambled outside to give Conrad some privacy.
"I know! And it's going to be Clint!" Casey called out as he flung his brother to the floor. "He messed around with my girl!"
Casey immediately let Clint go and then shuffled his feet in front of his mom. Hanging his head, he felt so embarrassed.
"What in the world were you thinking?" she demanded.
Casey pointed at Clint. "He stole my girl!" he accussed.
Elizabeth shook her head. "You have to figure out a way to settle this without fists. I know you're hurt now, but it's not worth letting a girl come between you and your brother."
Tristen played with Calico. "Oh, I know how that is! I grew up with three rowdy brothers! It doesn't bother me."
"I do!" Tristen gushed.
"Kevin!" Elizabeth called. "Time for school!"
"Aw man. Do I have to?"
"No, but you are getting too big for it! You're almost a teenager for goodness sake! It's more suited to Helen!"