Stacey took a stand, for her sanity, and to retain her glow. She thought of that last blow – the stars swirling around her head, hearing “Twinkle, Twinkle, Little Star” after Chris’s fist pummelled her temple – elated that was over.
Charlie always made her blush. So giving and always full of cheer for her. It was tempting to wrap herself around him daily, running her fingers through the curl that hung crooked on his forehead. She was thankful that she remained open to receiving love again. He made her world shine again.
You could almost hear her say, “SCORE!”