Paul shook his head to clear it of thoughts from last night. The last thing he needed was to pitch a tent in the car next to his brother.

Steven wasn't kidding about those tickets -- or that parking pass. Paul had never gotten into his seat quicker or with less hassle. Hell, their seats even came with waitresses to bring them beer. This is how you celebrate a birthday, he thought. He could feel his hangover lessen with the familiar rhythms of a ballgame getting ready to begin.

"So, when is the house going on the market?" Paul asked as they settled in to seats that were about fifteen...