Easter Sunday. First year of marriage. He made the trip to pick me up. I put on a nice dress, a colorful dress someone had called my "happy" dress, but the white tights that he liked pulled at the long hairs on my legs. It also showed the bracelet on my wrist. He took me out to eat, but I could hardly swallow. We went to a park in another town that had been my favorite as a little kid. I ran to the swings in the light rain and swung as high as I could. I stood at the top of the twirly slide and remembered that day when I was so little. My dad had stood at the bottom for so long, encouraging me to come down and not be scared. He always wanted me to be brave.
I went down the slide. We went to the mall, and he bought me a tape I wanted. We listened to it in the car while I smoked as many Marlboros as I could before I had to be brave again, and go back inside.
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