"Hey, Lil, what's up?"
What she was met with was possibly the most piercing shriek of all time. But a happy one. Like some really prolonged squeeing. Miley briefly entertained the possibility that Lilly had found that one really nice review from the kid in Arkansas, then dismissed the possibility as she realized what it had to be.
"Standford admissions letters!" Lilly shrieked.
Miley's eyes went huge. "Hang on," she said, and dashed with really impressive speed down the stairs to the mailbox, where she extracted -- a bright manila envelope with Standford's insignia on it. Pressing it to her chest, she raced back up the stairs, squeeing at the top of her lungs all the way there.
"Okay," she panted into the phone as she grabbed it back up off the desk. "Open them on three. Ready? One -- two --"
( THREE! )
[[door and post open, la]]