Being an older brother was hard enough, especially now that you were getting old enough to keep secrets from him. He was a firm believer in "do as I say, not as I do," but it seemed you weren't. He'd caught you stealing for fun occasionally, sneaking out, and worst of all stealing his cigarettes. He wondered vaguely if this is how Father Duffy had felt when he'd been 15 too. God, he was a handful. His biggest problem now was that you'd snuck out in the night and he hadn't a clue where you'd gone. Of course he was waiting for you when you snuck back into the apartment at 3 am.

"Where the hell have you been?" He demands. He wasn't one to get serious, but you were putting yourself in danger and worrying the hell out of him.