Brotherly Love
"Damn!" I cursed as I hung up the phone. "Language Peter." Dad commented looking up from his paper, "What caused the outburst son?" "That was Joyce phoning to tell me she can't make it this evening," I replied moodily, "she waits until an hour before she's due to be here before letting me know." "Ah yes," My father grinned, "the dance. Of course it's too late to find another partner for the evening I suppose." "You suppose right." I sighed. To say I was annoyed would...