He's got a bit of a rebellious streak and he's a bit gruff, but he's mellowed some with age. He's 32 years old, making him four years older than me. At 6'5", Shep's eight inches taller than me. At 28 years, I can't even manage a proper goatee. I have always been jealous of Shep's ease at growing any style of facial hair. He's got long sideburns that reach almost to his jaw. Like his hair, his five o'clock shadow is thick and dark blond, as is his goatee. He's got wild dark blond hair and blue eyes. He's a little softer these days, but he's still a total stud. Of course, that was more than ten years ago. Shep was the captain of all of his sports teams in high school. I don't know how she landed a guy like Shep. Shep is married to my older sister, Wendy. We stood in awkward silence for a moment. I felt slightly embarrassed standing there in a t-shirt and briefs, but I wasn't expecting company. He picked up the duffel bag laying on the floor next to his feet. I opened the door wide and gestured for him to come in.
I glanced up at the clock and saw that it was 11:45 at night. He had his hands shoved in his jeans pockets. I opened the door to find my brother-in-law, Sheppard Bannister, standing in the hallway looking pitiful, slumped over with a dejected posture. I sat up and stretched and shuffled to the front door. I felt my eyes starting to droop as I laid on the couch watching a rerun of "The Golden Girls".Ī sudden pounding on the door startled me awake.