Molly sat down in her chair, eyes wide as she considered all the things they might be able to do, all the possibilities that were presenting themselves. "Yes, we could. A real family dinner and a cake and some gifts--Oh, Arthur, dear!" She blinked several times to keep from crying.
"When I went to see Bill, he said he had hope that things would get better. I don't think I've felt this hopeful--and happy--in years."