“Alex! Come here,” Lionel called, and the preteen looked up sharply at the sound of his name.
“What?” Alex asked, moodily.
“Your mother and I want you to meet someone.”
“Who? Some yokel farmer?” the boy asked with obvious distaste.
“No,” Letitia said with a soft scold. “We want you to meet your new brother, Kal.”
Oh dear ... this can't be happening.
Oh, but it is! And it's gonna get much, much worse! 
