She was devastated. The trial of the past year had taken such a toll not only on her but the family and her friends. Everyone seemed to smile and look at her through pity filled eyes at her. It was a difficult road, she was having difficulty letting go of the stress.
Weeping into her handkerchief, gasping for breath, she peeked over her hands to look out the window. She dreaded the sight before her. Hating the knowledge that her tear stained cheeks and red puffy eyes were going to tell the story before she had a chance too, she gathered herself from the window seat and began walking towards the door.
Her date was pulling into the drive. The yellow Thunderbird convertible, with the top down, crunched on the gravel. Pulling into a parked position close to the front entrance. With the sound of the car door slamming shut she glanced in a mirror as she passed. The cool washcloth she had gathered earlier helped, somewhat. They had this date on the calendar for months. She was not going to disappoint anyone by not being prepared.
Mom stood there, on the stoop. Dressed casually in jeans and a sweater. And of course her trade mark smile. Mom always wore a smile that took in not only her mouth and eyes, but her whole upper body. Like she just wanted to wrap those angel wing arms around you and hug all the hurt away.
They had a date, the two of them. They were going shopping. This day had been planned for months. Just the two of them. Spending time together, lest anything else untoward should happen.
Calling themselves the “Bosom Buddies”, they were shopping for lacy, sexy, colorful bras for Mom. Her breast cancer in remission. The mastectomy scars healed. The bruising from the implants nearly indiscernible, she was determined to face her future surrounded by things she loves. Feeling fortunate to be counted among those loved items, she put on a brave face to, as he mother would put it, “sally forth”.