Dear Sisters, Part 2

Without skipping a beat, Sammy plopped her suitcase onto my bed, unzipping it, and then unpacking it. 

"Nope, all good," I answered back the voice of worry on the other end of the line, ever so cordial as folded dresses and skirts of every shape and size gradually filled the empty space of my bed. "Just seeing a little insect on my bed, that's all."

"An insect?" Ash asked, audibly aghast. "Despite my thorough cleansing only just this morning?" 

"Yeah, shocking..." I took a deep breath in. "I'll call you back. Just gonna squish it real quick. Bye." 

Sammy was halfway done emptying her suitcase by the time Ash bid a bemused farewell back, and when I walked forward, eyeing her all the way, she didn't even bat an eye at me… instead pausing only once to glance at the little fuzzy black ball by the bedside.