“Joshua,” Jed called. He peeked out into the corridor and called his brother again. When the fourteen year old stepped out and looked curiously at him, he asked, “Have you seen my jeans? The stonewashed ones, like you’re wearing.”

It took him only a second to realize why his brother looked down at his own slacks. “Those are my jeans?” he asked, shock and aggravation coloring his tone.

“I grew out of mine,” Joshua replied.

“That’s just not right,” Jed groused as he returned to his room to pick out a different pair of pants for the day.