“There’s an elegant way to go out. And there’s everything else!”. Maria waves her hand. She likes the stone. It makes her statement clear.
“Mom, I’m not sure how appropriate that is!” Gloria puts her hand on her mom’s shoulder.
“It’s mine! What are the neighbors going to complain! I think it’s beautifying to a horrible thing. I deserve to know I have things my way. Dear, you pick yours and I’ll pick mine. ” Maria smiles her 80 years seem to disappear. The cancer recedes and life comes out to play briefly.
“Momma it’s a tombstone! I’m sure the company has rules against non….traditional…things being used. I don’t understand why you want this.” Gloria tries but her embarrassment is getting the best of her.
“Well, ‘it’s the end’. I want it. End of discussion.” Maria walks over to pay for her stone.