Later that evening.

 

Dale now wore a new cloth. A long dress and a pink jacket, with shoes to match. All these had been bought by her newly acquired friend. Dale felt she was now living the best day of her life. 

 

It was almost seven thirty in the evening, the vibrant sun was almost invisible. The crowd began dispatching to their nesting grounds. 

 

Late in the evening, Dale realised that he had always excused himself to call his grandma trying to make sure she was fine. She noticed he had the habit of shoveling his hands in his pocket and kicking off litter that blocked his path. She liked...