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Scott's POV

I sat down at the dinner table. I was of course, the first one there. Gordon walked in as I was situating myself in the seat closest to the large wok of stir-fry. "Aww, man! How do you do that?" He exclaimed as he caught sight of me.

"Do what?" I asked confused.

"Get here first, every time" Gordon said.

"Ah," I said, "Oldest brother's prerogative. I'm first for everything, it's in my job description"

"And this is in mine" Said Virgil, walking up and snatching the wok, he carried it to the other end of the table before setting it in front of his plate.

"Hey!" Gordon and I both said as he started loading his plate.

Virgil looked up "Yes?"

"VIRGIL! Save some of that for everyone else!" A voice interjected.

Virgil nodded meekly and passed the wok to Gordon "Yes Sir," he said.

Father nodded sternly and sat down, "Where's Alan?" he asked.

"Right here Father," Said my youngest brother as he sat down at the table. "Pass the stir fry"

"Wait for it to come around," Said Father, spooning a large helping onto his plate before passing the wok to me.

"Thanks Dad," I said, filling my plate too.

Father picked up his fork and promptly dropped it as his hand was hit with a large wooden spoon. "Jefferson Grant Tracy! No eating until after we've said grace!" Grandma admonished.

"Sorry Ma'am" Dad said, sounding so much like Virgil had earlier that I laughed. Father grinned at me and winked at Virgil. "Ahem" He said.

We all bowed our heads and said blessing. Before we could grab our utensils Gordon said his own version of the blessing "Good food, Good meat, Good God, Lets Eat!"

Father batted the back of Gordon's head before digging in.

I sat back in my chair as I finished eating. "My compliments to the chef!" I said.

"Yeah Grandma, you and Kyrano really outdid yourselves this time," Alan added.

I looked around the table at my family. What's up with Virgil? He has that look in his eye, oh no, I thought I told him to just leave Gordon alone. I'll have to talk to him later.

"May I please be excused?" Asked Gordon.

"Me too?" Said Alan.

"Sure boys," Said Father.

I noticed Virgil watching Gordon and Alan as they left the table, and I made a decision. "May I be excused also?" I asked.

"Of course Scott," Said Father, somewhat surprised. I usually stayed at the table until everyone else had left.

"Thanks Dad," I said, "Dinner was great Grandma"

I followed Gordon and Alan down the hall, where they stopped around a corner, whispering urgently. I leaned closer, trying to hear what they were saying.

"...late because you were searching Virgil's room?" Gordon was asking.

"Uhuh," said Alan, "And I found this crazy drawing. It looked like the schematics to some sort of machine, maybe a booby trap of some sort"

"Excellent Alan," Gordon said, "You learn fast. Did you put it back where you found it?"

"Yeah, on his desk" Alan replied.

"Good...." Gordon said.

I moved off toward Virgil's room, walking into it I spied the paper Alan had talked about. I examined and chuckled. I need to talk to Virgil. I found him at his piano in the lounge.

"Hey Virg," I said.

"Hi Scooter," he replied.

"Just thought I'd let you know Alan found your Goldberg machine drawing," I said.

"What? Wait, the brat was in my room?" He asked.

"Yup, thinks the Goldberg machine is a booby trap" I said.

Virgil looked at me for a moment and then grinned. "Thanks Scooter," he said finally.

"De nada," I said, "Just, don't be too mean to Gordo. Okay?"

Virgil didn't reply, his grin only grew wider. I sighed and left, not wanting to get involved in the struggles of the immovable object and the irresistible force.

tbc...