day."
 
 I thought Aunt Glenda was going to cry. Her
 
 eyes filled with tears, but she sucked in her breath and
 
 nodded. Then she looked out the rear window in the
 
 kitchen to ward Latisha's grave.
 
 "It could have been wonderful for all of us." she
 
 said. "It will be for Harley." Mommy emphasized. I was so proud of her that day, proud of how
 
 she could handle someone as fragile as Aunt Glenda.
 
 Where did Mommy get all her wisdom? I wondered.
 
 So much of her adult life was spent confined to the
 
 wheelchair and to her therapies. She could have had
 
 the most cosmopolitan life, traveled, met all sorts of
 
 wonderful people, vet she didn't waste away at home
 
 wallowing in self-pity. She kept the light brightly l
 
 it
 
 inside her and held off the darkness.
 
 Because of Mommy's influence. Aunt Glenda
 
 even went to a beauty parlor and had her hair cut and
 
 styled and her nails done, They stopped at the
 
 cosmetic counter in the department store and the
 
 beautician on duty performed a makeover right then
 
 and there to show Aunt Glenda some of the
 
 possibilities. After she and Mommy settled on a new dress and matching shoes with a matching purse, Aunt Glenda did look as if her youth and beauty had been
 
 resurrected.
 
 No one was more impressed than Uncle Roy. I
 
 know it caused him to think about himself as well;
 
 without any fanfare, he went out the next day and
 
 bought himself some new clothes, too. When Harley
 
 saw what was happening, he looked astounded, but
 
 instead of being happy, he seemed even more worried.