For about 90 seconds, it was everything I’d hoped it would be.
Then Amber noticed us. She said something to the girls beside her, and the three of them walked over together with the purposeful stride of people who had decided something.
I held my head up, smiled, and pushed us into the room.
Amber looked Grandpa up and down the way you look at something you find amusing.
“Wow!” she said loudly enough for the circle of students forming around us. “Did the nursing home lose a patient?”
A few people laughed. Others went very still.
My hands tightened on the wheelchair handles.
“Amber… please… stop.”
She wasn’t done. “Prom is for dates… not charity cases!”
“Did the nursing home lose a patient?”
More laughter followed. Someone nearby even pulled out their phone. I could feel the heat rising in my face.
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