Holly rolled her eyes, "Siblings kiss."

I laughed, "Not like that."

Holly shook her finger cutely at me, "Stop over thinking things."

"I'm trying not to."

Holly hooked her around through mine and tugged me along. "Try harder."

"You got it."

We walked along the bay and took in the sights. Holly marveled at the large ships coming to port. She used a hand to shade away the sunlight as she looked out towards the bridge that connected the Brooklyn to Staten Island. She spoke about the history of the bridge and wondered what it was like working that high up on something over water that must have been freezing...