"What's parakeet?" Molly rolled her pretend ball across her shoulders. Maybe they had a dodgeball on the sports deck.
"I used to dance and tumble before I became a butterfly. Got gilded silver three times by four and ten." But that was shed as she tended and waited for the big goodbye. Mommy was the center of all things then. "Took up again, later, but only bronzed. Then the caterpiller became a butterfly, and the spasming of wings struc randomly. No more flying to be judged, just for myself."