Mitchell kept peering out the bay window. He thought he'd managed to do so unobtrusively until the cuff that caught him upside of the head.
Turning, he glared at his very pregnant baby sister who smirked at him. "Aww, aren't you so cute acting all eager-beaver like. Don't worry, big brother. Francine will be here soon."
"What makes you think I'm watching for her?" It annoyed him that his sister knew whom he searched for, but for the wrong reason. Yes, he kept an eye out for Francine, but only because he needed a head-start to escape.
"Oh, please. You do this every time you know she's coming over. Hell, the last time, you almost took Mom out in your hurry to dive out the back door. Talk about pathetic. Just give in already. The whole family knows you two are meant for each other. So stop acting like such a pussy. Why not act like the dog you are and claim her?"