There were upsides to these trips, I suppose. Mom usually would sing in the car when things got really boring. And, of course, it was always fun watching my sister argue with dad as she made some ardent point about her curfew being too early, or mine being too late. Regardless, it was our arrival at the coast that was the most fun. Depending on what time we did end up getting there, the reception we got from the friends we hadn’t seen since last summer was usually the best part of all. The narrator’s sister would most likely argue A: by making excuses.
B: with a lot of emotion.
C: by using research.
D: without much energy.