lane was there tonight, looking tanned and relaxed. he didn’t have that pinched look of impending doom that he carried about all last year. he strolled up to the counter ordered a tasty and threw a small pile of picture towards me.

they were senior pictures. pictures of his son mason, who, last year at this time, was diagnosed with some form of cancer that i can’t quite remember.

mason had hair again! mason had gained weight again! there he was in all his youthful senior glory looking like your average, healthy teenager. i could have wept with joy.

but i didn’t. i just slid lane a tasty and said mason’s so cute, he must take after bev.