Seeing that his sister wasn't answering him, Chet Sutton whispered again, "Sis, is she pretty? She's way better looking than she was in middle school."
Zoe Sutton looked him up and down. "Chet Sutton, a man's got to know his limits."
Then, she added with disgust, "If you had any prospects to speak of, Mom wouldn't be making me bring you out here to find a girlfriend."
Chet Sutton, who had just been dissed by his sister for no reason: "..."
He retorted, "Sis, you've read so many books, and you still haven't found a boyfriend."
"Don't think I don't know! You had a crush on Mortimer Quincy in middle school. Something about 'one look from him lasts ten thousand years'... OUCH, Sis... I was wrong."
Zoe Sutton pinched his thigh, seething, "Chet Sutton, you read my diary! You think you're any better? And what about that 'I only like you' line? If you'd actually said that to anyone since we were kids, maybe you wouldn't still be single."
Chet Sutton: "..."
