I burst through the front doors, nearly plowing into Johnny. �Johnny,� I said intensely, as I grabbed the front of his shirt, �you have got to help me. It�s all you fault, anyway.�

�What? Let go of me!� I released his shirt and took a step back. �YOU told dad that I had a boyfriend and NOW, he wants to MEET Jack. So now we are all going out to the theater on Friday night!� I cried, exasperated. Johnny tried not to laugh but he couldn't help himself.

�It�s not funny!� I yelped.

�Ok, ok, I�m sorry. So what do you want?� Johnny said, recovering. I sighed. �Everything has to work like clockwork. Jack gets her Friday afternoon at 3. We teach him table manners, and what not, then you get him cleaned up and into a tuxedo while I get ready. Then I�ll take him off your hands and you can get ready. By then dad will be home and he�ll be getting really too. Then we all go to eat, etc., etc.�

�I have to get him �cleaned up�?� I glared at Johnny. I hadn�t meant that literally. �You have to help me teach Jack some proper manners and make sure he looks presentable. You got me into this mess and now you�re going to help me get out of it. Dad isn�t exactly going to handle well if Jack shows up as is, you know.�

Johnny nodded. �Yeah, I know. Hey, where are you going to get a tuxedo?�

�I was thinking that maybe we could borrow one from James or maybe you could get one from some of your friends?�

Johnny looked at me dubiously. �Please? C�mon, it�s not that hard!� Johnny sighed. �You�ll have your tuxedo, ok?�

�Thank you!� I squealed and hugged my brother.