“Scott,” Brandon said, standing up and moving hastily away from the man who seemed to weave a ridiculous spell over him. “My sister, Alison. Thanks for coming, Ali.”
“I’m going to remind you of this next week, when I want to go see Fantastic Four on opening night.”
“Gotcha covered,” Brandon said. He threw himself back into the desk chair and watched as his sister sat down on the sofa next to Scott.
“You are completely filthy,” Ali said, staring at Scott with disgust. “You’re going to be lucky if you don’t get an infection. Why didn’t you get him cleaned up?” She turned on Brandon as if he was supposed to be carrying a shower unit around in his pocket.
Scott winced as she prodded at his forehead, the shallow cut there oozing again. “It’s not my fault,” he protested. “The ditch was prett
