Sarah sighed and shook her head. "I can't get a stain out of this shirt, and I got bleach on one of Beth's tops and ruined it. I've got to go to the grocery store, and I'm worried about Mike."
Emma shook her head then. "Sarah, just relax okay?" She turned her sister around then, an easy feat since she was several inches taller and obviously stronger, her hands finding her older sister's shoulders. "Does that feel better?" she asked, after a few minutes of soft kneading.
"Don't stop," Sarah said, almost whining.
Emma giggled, but continued squeezing.
"Don't worry about Mike. He's remembering more and more. I bet you'll have that big ole meat of his in you before too long."
Sarah giggled and shook her head in mock dismay. "You are so incorrigible, Em."
Emma smiled as her sister looked
