Overture Downs Hold your horses, honey; I've got coupons for the Pringles

no problem at all!

Sure enough, she sailed past him eventually, tossing her head back to shout something at him. He only caught the words "over," "Pyg," and "win," but that was really enough to get the context. He slowed his pace bit by bit, until he found himself at an easy lope, then an ambling trot.

He was a wee bit winded, and panted, eyes sparkling as he waited for his sister to circle back and meet him where he drew to a stop.

God, she was fast! Good luck any boy trying to chase after her; she'd leave them all in the dust, and good riddance. No man on earth was good enough for lovely Lita.