"His sister also doesn't look all that much like a raisin anymore," Annie shared proudly, stepping aside and ushering Summer in with her free arm. "And thank you! Here, come in, we can set down our stuff and-or babies and I can, like, hug you. Also, hi, what's new with you? This is my whole life now, I'm so out of the loop."

That gesturing arm was now gesturing to the house as a whole -- the babies, her husband, her ruined body, these however-many square feet that she spent her entire life in, now. It wasn't a complaint so much as a -- like, Annie felt she should be forgiven for not being wholly up on radio or whatever.