"How was school today?" Joey asked, walking in with Angela. Craig was lying on the couch with his arm thrown over his face. He couldn't stop thinking about Rebekah-or Marcella or whatever the hell her name was.
"Fine," he said.
"You sure?"
"Yes."
Joey waited until Angela was upstairs in her room when he walked over and leaned over Craig. "It was bad wasn't it?"
"It was ok, Joey," he replied. "But there's this new girl—"
"Don't get involved you don't have the best history with girls."
"Ha! You should talk," he said. "Caitlin told me about your past with girls."
"Really?" Joey asked. "I need to have a talk with her."
Craig smiled, but went on, "But, her forms say her name is Rebekah Baxter but she tells me her name is Marcella something, something, Rain Williams. Or something like that, I don't know, it was pretty long. And she's always staring off into space."
"Sounds kind of freaky to me," Joey said.
"Yeah," he said. "She kind of is. But…I don't know. I think I like her."
"You've only known her a day, Craig."
"Yeah. So?" he asked. "I have a feeling that there is something there and I want to get to know her."
"Well, just talk to her," Joey said.
"I will," he replied. "I wish I got her number."
Joey laughed. "You need her real name first."
Craig shrugged. "As much as I hate to admit it, you're right."
"I'm always right!"
"Whatever you say, Daddy!" Angela yelled from upstairs.
Joey looked at Craig. "Hey, she said it not me," Craig replied, throwing his hands up. "I'm innocent."
"Until proven guilty," Angela added walking into the kitchen.
Joey laughed. Craig got down and looked at his sister. "Ang, it's only funny when you're making fun of your dad…not me."
"Sorry," she said. "I thought it was funny."
"Well, it's not."
Craig mussed up his sister's hair and then went upstairs to his room.