"Geeez, Tommy, it's freezing in here! Stop turning the AC all the way up!"

Tommy was seated on the couch, shirtless as usual. He was surrounded by 3, no, 4 glasses of ice water. "Sorry, Theresa. I didn't realize you'd be home so early. Go ahead and turn it up. If you have to."

I walked over to my brother and put my hand on his forehead. "Do you have a fever? You never liked the cold so much before." A deep bark of laughter came out of his mouth at that. "Damn, dude, where'd that come from?" "Sorry-you caught me right in the middle of a belch."

"Ewwwww! You're a pig!" At that I carried my schoolbooks down the hall to my bedroom. My glasses fogged up. It felt like it was about to snow. "Turn it up, Tommy! Or I'm telling mom!"

"Yeah, yeah. Tattletale." "I heard that!" I slammed my door and got out of my school uniform. So much for shorts, I'd be changing into my winter sweatpants today.

I opened my bottom dresser drawer. It was empty. As was every other drawer. What the actual hell? I opened my closet. Nothing.

"What the hell, Tommy!!!! WHERE ARE MY CLOTHES!!!" A low growl reached me from the living room where my brother continued to play a video game.

"I told you! I donated them!"

Oh Jesus Christ. This again? Tommy'd gotten religion back during the summer. Our parents were regularly replacing clothes, appliances, and food that Saint Tommy was taking upon himself to distribute the the needy.

"God DAMN it, Tommy!" I'd just stepped out of my bedroom and suddenly an enraged teenage boy had me by the throat.

"YOU WILL NOT take the Lord's name in vain, mortal!"