She looks fun, and her giggles are aural bubbles of joy. I knew it was the owner’s sister immediately.

“I’m waving the flag at you tomorrow!” she yelps, and pulls me into a quick side hug. “You don’t even have to win, I wave it at everybody who crosses the line.” I disengage, chuckling. “Yeah, I - thanks. Do you use the same coach-maker as your sister?” I change the subject because she knows too little about the one she opened with, and I know too much. “O yes, ee just loves me. I’ve smashed up six times, now, and ee always fixes it with that big amphibian grin of ees.” She smiles like she hasn’t nearly been killed, a lot. “That’s your driving record? How…” More bubbles. “Oh I’m too scared to go fast enough to damage anything.” All the tiny bubbles. “Much.”