Dirty Family Secrets
Amie was in the kitchen, drinking some water.
"I thought I heard you moving around, slow poke," she teased. "Five more minutes and you would have run alone."
"Good morning to you too, wild thing."
"Where's the best place to run?" she asked, stretching.
I drank close to a quart of water, before I answered. "The side street outside goes into a closed neighborhood. Nice sidewalks and pretty sparsely populated, with big yards and a small park. I imagine it's a couple of miles around, so it should be a decent run."