“I’m going to knock you senseless if you touch that!”
Jimmy pulled his hand back from his brother’s newest robot. There was a competition this weekend in Eau Claire. Curt was a member of the local Robotics Club, and he intended to win this year’s competition.
“Now get lost. I’m working in here.”
Jimmy folded his arms across his chest. “Why are you always such a jerk?”
Curt looked up, eyebrows raised. Jimmy held his gaze, hoping his brother couldn’t tell how hard his heart was pounding. He’d never stood up to him before.
“Look, dirtbag, I’ve got about forty pounds on you and you know I can make you cry for your mommy!”
“I’m just trying to talk to you, Curt.” I so wish I could tell you I’m a guide to the Fiorins. Amadeus would make you cry for your mommy.
“Whatever!” His brother turned back to the table and glued a tiny piece of metal on the robot.
“Why do you always have to be so mean? Did you learn how to be a jerk from Dad?”
Curt picked up the bottle of glue and hurled it at his brother.
Jimmy ducked. The container bounced off the wall behind his head.
“Get out of here!”
Jimmy ran out of the kitchen and into the living room when his brother picked up a five-pound weight. He kicked a chair so hard it fell on its side. Curt had been a good brother, a long time ago.
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