Mary couldn't help but wonder briefly what it must have been like for Johnny to have a normal childhood and early adulthood and then be thrust into a life that was anything but normal. She didn't know which life she'd rather have. Was it better to have memories of what it was like before you knew about the monsters that lurked under the bed or had to think about the evil in the hearts of men? Or was it better to never know anything else?
She didn't voice any of that because it didn't matter. They'd both learned to play the hand they'd been dealt and musing on what could have been or might have been didn't matter.
Her face lit up when Johnny agreed. She hadn't even thought of the prospect of dressing up, though she nodded.
"I suppose they did, didn't they? Maybe I do have to buy something pretty after all."