Angie said to Emma on the way out of town. “I spoke to a couple of the other teachers. They haven’t had two full sentences from her in the month she’s been here.” “I have her in my choir class.” Emma nodded her agreement. “Tried twice to get her transferred. But the principal in all his glorious wisdom points to this note on Melissa’s permanent record.” “What note is that?” “Something from her school down in the city. It says she has one voice in a million, that’s exactly how it reads.” “But she won’t sing?” “Not a peep.” Angie started to remark on the girl’s strangeness, but at that moment they passed by the town bridal shop. A grand sign above the display read, “Everything for your perfect day!” Angie suddenly found herself awash in memories, ones she normally did not allow to accompany her beyond her own front door.
