Seventy-Two-Year-Old Darla Pays Cash for an Emerald Green Prom Dress
Through the narrow gap I could see the glow of her tablet lying flat on the blue bedspread next to her pillow.
She was staring right down at the screen.
The bright photo of Madison in her emerald gown was up in full color, throwing a warm glow on Sadie’s cheek.
Before I could reach for the wooden door frame, Sadie looked up toward the gap.
Her face was completely blank, emptied of the hopeful smile she’d worn all weekend.
She reached across the bed in a quick, jerky motion, grabbed the tablet and flipped it face down on the mattress so the light vanished.
A sudden sharp metallic click cut through the quiet of the hall as her thumb snapped the inside lock shut.