"You shouldn't worry so much." Augustus said suddenly to the young woman as he seemed to come back to reality, however, still not looking at her specifically. "Granted, I don't know your brother but getting into and out of trouble is what younger brothers do best." His hand went into his pocket pulling out his cigarillo case again, only to look at it for a second and putting it back into his pocket. "My own father was a pathologist, just like me. His two younger brothers both ended up as surgeons. Why? They liked trouble. They enjoyed the thrill of the adrenaline within their vains." He seemed like he was about to go into a story but he stopped himself. "Well, what I'm trying to say is you probably shouldn't worry too much. He's probably fine."










