Christian is staring at us. He’s an only child and could never understand the delicate joys of sibling abuse.

Hey, you feel like driving today?" he asks. "I don't want to walk to the bus stop. It's too cold."
"You feel like dying today?"
"Sure. I like risking my life. Keeps things in perspective.

Silver Avalanche coming up the driveway," calls Jeffrey from upstairs.
"What are you, security?" I call back.

Because he was English and that's what the English do under stress: they drink tea.

Are you any good at it?"
"Pulling idiots out of the snow? I'm the best.

Siblings that say they never fight are most definitely hiding something