Veeder: Glad to have sisters together again
I used to watch her pedal her little bike down the road toward the house, her curls bleached by the sun and her chubby face flushed from the effort it takes to navigate small wheels over uneven scoria.
I would have beaten her to the house, pedaling my big bike, shifting gears and booking it down the hill to ditch her. We were probably in a fight about something -- about how I'm mean and how she doesn't listen.
About how she won't leave me alone.
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