Dallas stumbled through her door at around 11 PM. He was fortunate your older brother was out of the house and equally fortunate that you was willing to clean up his wounds from his fight at Buck Merril's latest party.

"You're a saint, really, a saint. Never change," he said as you pressed a peroxide-soaked rag to a gash on his ribs.

"You're really good with your hands, too. I bet you're popular with the boys, hm?" he teased.