Dirty deals

"Marshall...stop moaning..." complained Michael, wiping his face.

"I hate having a big brother," muttered Philip. Marshall was busy ranting.

Phin hit him round the head with her book.

"Ooh! Marshall! We might be related soon. Philip and my sister seem to be getting on well!"

Marshall was kind of woozy. It was a pretty thick hardback book that he had been whacked with.

"Shut it, Michael," Philip moaned.

Phin scowled - she had lost ehr place.

"Nah, you don't have a chance with her, Philip," Michael shrugged.

"Well why did she want to see me anyway?" Philip asked,. Though he wouldn't show it, he was hurt.

Phin raised an eyebrow. Marshall had passed out.

"Something about catching up with what she had missed..." Michael shrugged, poking Marshall.

Marshall didn't stir.

"He might have a concussion," Philip said, worried.

"Good," said Phin.

Michael tickled Marshall.

Marshall didn't respond.

"We could drga him out the curb and put an empty bottle of whiskey by him," mused Philip.

Phin found her page.

Michael frowned. "i'll call the nurse to collect him."

"Phin, that means you're getting chucked out."

"I have more stuff to sell to other pople," Phin shrugged, puttign the book down and marking her place.

Michael phoned the nurse using the wallphone.

Phin left silently, going to the room of her next client.

"Mikey, don't," Philip siad.

Michael put the phone down. "What is it now?"