We were lucky to have our little sister nearly 16 years. She loved ice cubes and frozen blueberries. And snootsing on Abby. And snuggling in bed even when she knew Dad would yell at us both (her side came out of the middle). She knew the sound of my first car, and I would take her for a ride to Pochy Rd. just so she could enjoy the wind in her nose. Even in her old age she bounced like a puppy when we pulled in the driveway.
And just when you thought she didn't care to learn new tricks, she put up with Graham's hairpulling since he liked to share his dinner.