I woke up tired, the night had been long as I had spent most of it worrying about Joe.  I climbed sleepily down the stairs and walked right into the kitchen.  Joe was eating toast, with honey it looked like.  I didn't see Mom, Dad, or Aunt Gertrude, so I assumed that Dad was still off on his mission, Mom was sleeping, and Auntie was shopping for clothes.

"Care explaining this?" Joe asked, bringing me out of my pondering.

I gasped, hard, Joe was holding my notebook that listed all of the reasons why Joe shouldn't be in the detective business.  His eyes were burning red with hatred, and I would of been scared, except for the red rings around his eyes.  He must of been crying.

"Joe, I-"

"No, I get it.  I'm of no use to this team."

"Joe, that's not what I meant by that-"

"I can leave, it'll be fine-"

"I didn't mean it that way-"

"I know you hate me-"

"I don't hate you!"

"Yeah!  Then why would you write all this stuff?!"

"Cause I ca-"

"I don't want to hear it!"

"No Joe listen!"

"I get it.  I know I'm the third wheel in our team!"

"No-"

"I get that since I'm the adopted one that-"

"What?!"

"You know what Frank, I thought even though, that I was adopted, I thought you loved me!"

"What, no I-"

"I thought we were brothers!"

"Yes!"

"From what you've written it doesn't seem like it!"

"Joe I only did that because-"

"You know what, I quit!"

"Wait, you what?"

"I quit!" and with that heat wrenching announcement, Joe did an arial and left the room.