“The couch is a bit small but it’s comfortable enough,” Angela said. “I’ll see if I can find you a pillow.”
Angela stepped into her bedroom and opened the closet. Kay leaned against the doorframe.
“Remember the first time your dad brought Mom and me over to meet you?” Kay asked. “You were so mad you locked yourself in your room. I talked to you through your door for at least an hour before you finally let me in. Our folks found us curled up in bed together the next morning.”
“Yeah, well, that’s not happening tonight,” Angela said.
“I wasn’t going to ask,” he said. “But it’s interesting that that’s where your mind went.”
Angela rolled her eyes.
“I can still kick you out, you know,” she said.
“You wouldn’t,” he said.
She crossed her arms. He laughed.
“You’re still so easy to provoke,” he said.
“And you’re still a pig,” she replied.
“Love you too, Sis,” he said.
She shoved a pillow into his stomach and stepped out into the living room.
“The bathroom’s that way if you need to go,” she said, pointing. “Kitchen’s over there, though I don’t really have a lot in the fridge right now. If you need anything else, I’ll be in my room. But knock first.”
She turned back toward her bedroom.
“Wait, you’re going to bed already?” he asked. “Come on, let’s hang out.”
“I can’t,” she replied. “I’m nursing a headache and I’ve got an early shift tomorrow. My afternoon’s free, though. Why don’t we grab some lunch and do some catching up?”
“I guess I could live with that,” he said. “Good night, Angela. And thanks.”
“No problem,” she said. “We’re family. Sort of.”
He chuckled. She stepped into her room and shut the door behind her. She pressed her ear against the wall, listening to the couch springs creaking under Kay’s weight. She sighed.