We spent the day with Mommal, to get her nails done, to lunch, to the lake, and to Poppal's grave. We take a rock to him every time we go. It was one of his favorite places. And all the rocks from before are still there. Even the one with googly eyes.
She shadow danced at the nail place.
She ran with arms out like wings.
She drew hearts in the sand.
She claimed that the water was going to wash all the winter away.
And I believed her.