The hippies are still on our front stoop when we return from the grocery store, but they quickly gather their stuff to get out of our way.
"So, what? You guys waiting for the bus?" I ask, taking a slightly chillier tone than when I first saw them going out. and the guy (dreaded, bearded, tie-dye, Lennon-glasses) nods as I step past him into our foyer.
"I love your red hair," the female of the pair calls to Katie, and the door slams to behind us.