My eyebrows go up slightly, bemused, and I head back up the hall. No James- only some posters (the one of the busty singer in rainbow panties makes me chuckle) and a scattered game system. I head down to his room, which is at the end of the hall from mine, and poke my head in.
I've only been home for fall break two days and James has found about every excuse he can to bug me. He's several years younger than me, 18 to my 23, and he really looks up to me. I drop my book, a ragged old paperback I've read a million times, and head towards my little brother's room.
