Sharing, Part 2

"Love like that…" she mused for a bit. "It's kind of amazing, huh?" 

Again, I just gave the standard response.

"Dad has both of their ashes in our house, and he's made sure to keep them always close together. And since they're both gone now, there really wasn't much of a reason to visit here anymore. Until now, anyway…" 

Amanda began to wander away again, slowly yet briskly at that same tranquil pace. I quietly followed after her, keeping close to her side as always, hearing her sniffle and cough behind her red scarf. 

Then we rounded a corner, and the streets slightly opened up to the entrance of an old, empty playground. The monkey bars were withering away with old paint and rust, the see-saw was only barely visible under a mound of snow, and two out of three slippery slides present were practically accidents waiting to happen.