She wanted to do something normal.
So I took her shopping.
Graduation was still months away, but Mary had made me promise we would find her dress.
“No depressing colors,” she told me as we entered the store.
“You haven’t even looked yet.”
“I already know.”
She headed straight toward the racks.
Aaron came with us, pretending he was bored.
Mary tried three dresses before finding the red one.
The moment she stepped out of the fitting room, she smiled.
Not the tired smile she gave doctors and worried relatives.
Her real smile.
She spun in front of the mirror.
“This one.”
Aaron laughed.
“You look like a fire alarm.”
Mary threw a price tag at him.
“You have no taste.”
We bought the dress.
On the way back to the hospital, Mary asked me to stop near the small garden beside the entrance.
Yellow daisies grew along the walkway.
