Taking Enid’s hands carefully in his, Jasper gazed into her dark eyes with a soft smile. “Hiya, Miss E. How’s my best girl?”
“I thought she was my best girl,” Jeff said from the buffet table.
“Nope, cuz. I’m three years older, I saw her first.”
“Yeah, you wish! She’ll always be my girl.”
“Oh, stop, you two!” Enid looked pleased at their silly banter. “I’ll be best girl to you both, how’s that? There’s enough of me to go around.”
Enid giggled and blushed. For the first time since her illness, she looked like herself again, not the fragile shell she had become.
© 2018 Dellani Oakes