"Rats!" I groaned. "Is he coming along?"

　　I stared disgustedly at my new stepbrother, Benny, sitting in the back seat of Dad's car. Benny is eight, short and thin with beady eyes and big ears. Now that Mom and Dad are divorced, I only see Dad every other weekend, and Benny is always horning in. He ruins everything。

　　The time we went hiking, he got a blister. The zoo made him sneeze. At the baseball game he got a peanut up his nose. If Dad had to remarry, I don't see why he picked Benny's mother. I mean, she's OK. It's just too bad that Benny was included in the deal。

　　Today Dad and I were going deep-sea fishing for the first time. Now it was spoiled。

　　"Joe," Dad said in his patient voice, "Benny's your brother—"