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Sunday Morning, Arnold went downstairs for breakfast.
"Hey, shortman. What can I getcha? We got eggs, eggs, and - oo! look at that!....more eggs!" said Grandpa.
"No, thanx. I'm not really hungry." responded Arnold.
"Aw, What's the matter, Kimba?" asked. Grandma. Arnold sighed.
"Grandpa? Are you sure the stories you tell me about my parents are true?"
"Why, oh course theyare, or my name isn't Bob."
"Your name's Phil, Grandpa."
"oh..uh, That too." Grandpa said. Arnold sighed again.
"Well, I've been getting these letters from this lady that lives next to Helga just about everyday for the past week telling me to come visit because she has soemthing important to tell me."
"Hmm...oo! oo! maybe she works for the C.I.A.! ....She's after us Pookey." Grandpa looked at Grandma, who was looking in her purse ignoring them. "Pookey! What are you doing?"
"AHA!" Grandma said pulling out a peice of paper.
"What is it, Grandma?" asked Arnold.
"Come on, Arnold. Did that woman look somewhat like this?" Grandma turned the paper over revealing a picture of a woman about 18 or so. Brown Hair, Green eyes, thin and pretty, just like the woman he's seen in taht house. Arnold grabbed it.
"Yes! Exactly like that!...Who is it?!"
"ah..why that's - hey, i thought we said we weren't going to show thsi to him, pookey?" Grandpa stated.
"Show me what? Who is that?!"
"Why that's your sister-in-law." Said Grandma.
"What? But to have a sister-in-law you have to have a - "
"- A brother!" Grandpa interrupted proudly.
"And..." Grandma wips out another picture of a man around only 20 or so. Blonde hair, just like Arnold's, blue eyes, and fairly thin. "..THIS is your brother."
"What?" Arnold grabs the picture. "..But how? I thought I was an only Child."
Grandpa gasped. "We never told you that - did we?" Grandpa looked at Grandma.
"Maybe not directly but..." Arnold stared at the picture wide-eyed. "Well, What happened? Where is he?"
"Well, uh..." Grandpa looked at Grandma again, wondering what to say. "Ya see, before you were born, more like 9 years before, your parents had a child. His name was Arnie. They were very young and couldn't take care of Arnie, so after about a year they put him up for adoption."
"It was for the best." Grandma added.
"Yeah, and after they got things settled, they started to regret what they had done. So, they eventually had you."
"So you're saying my long, lost, BROTHER is living in that house right now?....But, how come he's never home when I go over there?" Arnold questioned.
"Maybe because he's a little unsure of himself in meeting you. I mean, you have both never met each other, yet have been related all this time." said Grandpa.
"Wait - so how long haev you known?"
"Not very. We just got a letter and pictures from him last week stating he has been searching for relatives for the longest time and had finnaly got up the guts to write to us." Grandma inquired.
"He made us promise not to tell you. But we couldn't resist."
"Well, don't YOU want to see him? I mean, he IS your grandson." Arnold asked.
"Of course we wanna see him!....But I think he first wants to see you, Shortman."
"Well, okay. I have to go back there tomorrow after school, anyway. Hopefully THEN I'll see him..."
