Ben gets one, and several kids from the band want to wear them. Everyone is here working on floats. Now Caitlin Cudup walks up. She wants a scrunchie, too. “It’s not for your hair, Caitlin. It’s to remember.” “I know. Ben told us. I want to remember her.” I’m not sure about this. “Ben told me what you did, Anna.” She holds out her hand like she deserves it. I hand her one. She puts it on her wrist. “Thank you,” she whispers. I can’t get enough of this hangar. I’m walking with Mim and Dad, watching the work get done on the floats. So many volunteers have showed up to help. “You should have seen this place months ago,” Merv tells me. He manages the work on all the floats. “It was a sea of chicken wire. And now!” A man covers the side of a float with dried flowers, moving like a machine.
