Ashley peered over the hedges and had watched Craig walk across the street. She waited until Sammy was in the house and she came out and walked up the paved walkway and onto the porch. Ashley knocked on the door.
Sammy opened it up a few minutes later. "Oh, hi Ashley," Sammy said. She had Gabriel on her hip.
"Hey, is Craig here?" she asked.
"No, he's at his house," Sammy said.
"Oh," Ashley replied.
"How did you find out where I lived?"
"Um, well."
"Were you the one that knocked over those trashcans?"
"Um, well."
"Well, what?" Sammy snapped.
"Yes."
"You were following us?"
"Yeah," Ashley replied.
"Who didn't you trust. Me or Craig?"
"I-I—I'm sorry, Sammy," she said.
"For what?" Sammy asked. "For following us? I can't believe you. Craig's the most trustworthy guy on the planet! Now if you don't mind, Gabriel here needs to be put down for his nap." Before Ashley could say another word, Sammy closed the door in her face.
Ashley watched Sammy turn and leave through the lace curtains.
Angry, Ashley turned and stormed off of the porch.