We said goodbye in my driveway, and I walked up my steps, closed the door and started to lock it. Then I saw her running back up to my porch, like I'd always envisioned someone running after me. For a second I thought she was going to jump on me when I opened the screen, start kissing me or something, to which I don't really know how I would have reacted. But she was just holding my bag of Raisinettes. She handed it back to me, laughed, then ran back down to her car and left.

I think she's the only person to ever run after me.