Boys Being Boys

Emil and Everett have both had shaves and haircuts recently, so it was my excuse to ask them to sit for a photograph.
Try to get two brothers to do that.


“Stop staring at the heavens for a moment and listen to me, Saint Sunshine,” he said.

I was picking Emil up at Everett’s to chauffeur him back to his own place, and this was interrupting his process of getting ready to go.


He didn’t say so, but we could tell Emil wanted it to be over with.


Forever goofy.

Emil was on a mission, and this was getting on his nerves.


Not a word. But those teeth? Gritted.


“What shall I do next to irritate them both?”




Emil finally ignored us and went ahead.


There isn’t one good picture in the bunch!


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