Sisterly Input

I found Sammy already waiting by the porch as I pulled up slowly into the driveway. Sitting atop the first step of the stairs, her eyes followed me with that kind of glaze, impatient look like I'm always supposed to be readily available to be at her beck and call. 

"Well, you two looked like you had fun," she said, walking over to us with a funny stride that made it seem like she was scrutinizing us with every step. "Especially you. You look like you've just returned from a trip to paradise or something." 

Ash hopped down the bike, Sammy's observation tugging another smile in the corner of her lips. They swapped places, and I had to keep the bike from wobbling as my replacement passenger awkwardly clambered up behind me; getting on as if she was trying to mount the saddle on a horse.

Just habit, I guess.