Sylvan Cheney, fresh out of the shower and dressed only in a black loungewear, still exuded an undiminished aura of icy sternness.
"You should have received one too," Joe Heath pulled out an invitation from his pocket, "The eighth of next month, such a perfect day."
Joe tossed the invitation to Sylvan Cheney.
The bright red invitation landed squarely on top of Sylvan's notebook.
"I was thinking of discussing with elder brother what gift to give our sister. A ring doesn't seem to express true feelings, how about, maybe, a wedding dress. Elder brother, what do you think?" Joe spoke with deliberate slowness.
"As an older brother whose sister is getting married, I certainly can't leave her feeling shortchanged. Especially you, elder brother, who have known Jasmine for so long, surely have to make a gesture of your sentiment. Here I am, all by myself at home, unable to come up with anything, so I came to discuss it with you."
