|"Scully had stopped looking at the
newspaper. She avoided going to stores, not that she felt much
like shopping anyway. Even the grocery store was dangerous. The
aisles were loaded with flowers and candy and exhortations to
Remember Mom on Her Special Day.
It wasn't a special day for Scully. She'd been a mother for
less than a year, and her own mother wanted nothing to do with
Maybe she could live on cereal and take out food until after
It's just another day, she told herself. It means nothing. If
I could just stop thinking about it."