Perfectly Reasonable
Perfectly Reasonable I was just about to turn in when when I heard a knock on my bedroom door. I slipped on my robe, and opened it to see my brother Arthur standing there in just a towel. "What do you think you're doing?" I demanded. "I need your help, Gwen," he said. Yes, I'm Guinevere, or just Gwen. Our parents thought that would be cute. Like all younger brothers (in his case, just a couple minutes younger, but still), he could be a bit of a pain, but he looked...