That meant the hug was over. Amber drew away, mostly smiling. "Maybe," she teased, and then, exclaiming at Geoffrey, "I got it!" Her stupid brother had four of her bags and was all too merrily abducting them into the house.
"These all yours?" he just asked, not stopping. But weighed down as he was, he couldn't go fast; Amber caught up and wrestled back the two from his left hand. "How long are you planning on staying, anyway?"
"Oh, like you didn't bring just as many," Amber retorted. She let him get away with the other two. It was an acceptable defeat. As long as she was fast on the way back...
"Yes, but I have a daughter, remember?"
"Like you'd ever let me forget," Amber muttered under her breath, knowing full well Geoffrey would pretend not to have heard her. He liked to think himself above petty sibling squabbles.
Inside, Amber could hear a couple of female voices from the living room. "Hello, Amber," she heard her Aunt Jude call.
"Hi," Amber replied. She'd greet her later; if she stopped now, it’d take half an for Aunt Jude to recount all the interminable things she thought vital to tell right away, like the price of petrol and her latest gastrointestinal woes, and by the time they were done, all of Amber’s other bags would be upstairs.
Leila walked into the hallway, stretching out her arms. "Hi, need help--?"
Geoffrey stopped her before Amber could. "Don't be silly," he said, pausing to kiss her forehead. "You know you can't overexert yourself."
Interesting. Was she sick? If she was, their mom would've already fussily called Amber about it, demanding that the first thing she do upon arriving was check up on the health of her granddaughter’s mother. And Leila certainly hadn't broken any bones she had no casts on.
Amber mulled over these possibilities as she went up the stairs, turning to the left at the end into her old bedroom and dumping the bags onto the floor. It seemed smaller and more cramped than ever. And was that her parents' old computer on her desk? At least they hadn't tried to cram in the unwanted mountain bike too... what was Eric going to think?
Oh god, Eric. In trying to one-up Geoffrey, she'd all but abandoned him out on the street. For all she knew, the door had been slammed shut on his face. With a breathless "'Scuse me," Amber pushed past Geoffrey and ran down the stairs, off to recuperate her boyfriend.
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That meant the hug was over. Amber drew away, mostly smiling. "Maybe," she teased, and then, exclaiming at Geoffrey, "I got it!" Her stupid brother had four of her bags and was all too merrily abducting them into the house.
"These all yours?" he just asked, not stopping. But weighed down as he was, he couldn't go fast; Amber caught up and wrestled back the two from his left hand. "How long are you planning on staying, anyway?"
"Oh, like you didn't bring just as many," Amber retorted. She let him get away with the other two. It was an acceptable defeat. As long as she was fast on the way back...
"Yes, but I have a daughter, remember?"
"Like you'd ever let me forget," Amber muttered under her breath, knowing full well Geoffrey would pretend not to have heard her. He liked to think himself above petty sibling squabbles.
Inside, Amber could hear a couple of female voices from the living room. "Hello, Amber," she heard her Aunt Jude call.
"Hi," Amber replied. She'd greet her later; if she stopped now, it’d take half an for Aunt Jude to recount all the interminable things she thought vital to tell right away, like the price of petrol and her latest gastrointestinal woes, and by the time they were done, all of Amber’s other bags would be upstairs.
Leila walked into the hallway, stretching out her arms. "Hi, need help--?"
Geoffrey stopped her before Amber could. "Don't be silly," he said, pausing to kiss her forehead. "You know you can't overexert yourself."
Interesting. Was she sick? If she was, their mom would've already fussily called Amber about it, demanding that the first thing she do upon arriving was check up on the health of her granddaughter’s mother. And Leila certainly hadn't broken any bones she had no casts on.
Amber mulled over these possibilities as she went up the stairs, turning to the left at the end into her old bedroom and dumping the bags onto the floor. It seemed smaller and more cramped than ever. And was that her parents' old computer on her desk? At least they hadn't tried to cram in the unwanted mountain bike too... what was Eric going to think?
Oh god, Eric. In trying to one-up Geoffrey, she'd all but abandoned him out on the street. For all she knew, the door had been slammed shut on his face. With a breathless "'Scuse me," Amber pushed past Geoffrey and ran down the stairs, off to recuperate her boyfriend.