Halfway through the fourth page the sound of someone familiar talking outside drew the young man's attention away from what he was reading.  His lips pressed together in mild agitation over the disturbance, but a quick breath pushed that away.  Jimmy heard the door open, but kept his face aimed towards his book.  From the corner of his eye he made out his sister, Rachel's frame.  He knew every curve of her frame, and was certain it was her.  He nodded as she said hi to him.  "It's the Stranger by Albert Camus."  He pulled his face away from the book, and turned to look at his older sister.  He closed the book, and rested it on his lap.  "Welcome home.  You had a good day, I hope?"  He always felt like an actor whenever he greeted the members of his family, but forced himself to do it anyways.<br/><br/>He paused for a second, forgetting about the rule not to stare as his eyes dropped slightly and landed on her breast.  A deep red covered his cheeks, and he made an effort to hide it as he turned around, and got to his feet.  "It was pretty hot today.  I know I need some water or I'm going to pass out.  You want something to drink?"  Without waiting for a reply he hurried to the kitchen, which was next to the room they were in, and stepped up to the sink.  He got a cup of water, filled it, and then got another one, and started filling it, just in case Rachel would like one.<br/><br/>(Oh lol I didn't even realize that.  >.<')