i will remember her:
laughing at me from the bathroom because of my double bowl of mac and cheese. a wednesday, we readied for the first of our Halloween parties. over her shoulder, i met the eyes of her reflection in the mirror as they formed exasperated moons: she couldn’t sort out the corset pinafore. laughing back at her, i put down my food and laced her up. between mock-hatred and humour, she pulled on my Mad Hatter hat and said, ‘next time, you wear the Alice costume.’
