It'd sure be nice to go to a match or two though, Lucas pondered. Maybe he would. Maybe he would even take his sister with him. She didn't care for tennis all that much, but that never stopped her from having a good time. She was really easy like that.
Maybe that was why she'd been so popular at school, why their father loved her more, why he'd fallen for her... she was everything he wasn't. She was... everything.
Lucas's thoughts terminated when his father emerged from the bedroom. He could hear him in the kitchen popping open a beer, but he couldn't be bothered to confirm. Samuel then joined them in the living room, nursing a beer as he settled into his favorite chair. Before he did, however, he'd placed a second beer on the coffee table.
Lucas stared at his father, his mouth hanging
