The group scrambled within the quiet conference room. Drips of hot glue were scrubbed away, burned
fingers were wrapped around cups of ice.
Everyone quickly donned a homemade pink-silk ribbon, on collars, lapels,
pockets, purse strings. They navigated
through curling ribbons that dangled from dozens of pink balloons that bobbed
across the ceiling.
“Here she comes!” one of them loudly whispered. Ellen’s shadow, and then Ellen herself,
appeared in the doorway. She was
grinning ear to ear.
“SURPRISE!” yelled the group. “Welcome back!” chimed several. One proud co-worker held up a pan of
cupcakes, half frosted chocolate, half vanilla, all with pink ribbon accents carefully
squeezed on top.
Gentle hugs were exchanged all around. Cups of juice and soda were distributed with
pink napkins. Frosting was licked from
lips and fingers. The guest of honor was
given a pink corsage, carefully placed on a wrist that still had a few telltale
bruises.
Ellen’s eyes were misty, and she whispered, “Guess
what!” She lifted the front of her
ash-blond wig. Her scalp was covered with
white, baby-fuzz hairs. “The good
stuff’s growing back!”
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