The finely dressed girl with thick black hair places the necklace around Becca’s neck. Becca stares at her balding reflection.
“Beautiful,” says the girl, no trace of sarcasm present in her smile. “My mom’s a cancer survivor.”
Becca’s own cancer has metastasized; she squeezes the girl’s hand lovingly. “I’ll take the necklace,” she says. She’s wanted it for years, but money always went other places.
“We’ll use my employee discount.”
“Thank you,” Becca smiles, “but I’d like to pay full price.”