Joyce polished the picture frame, admiring the way the burnished silver caught the light. She looked at the photograph of Buffy, shaking her head in disbelief. Her baby in college. It didn’t seem like a moment since they’d snapped her as she’d gone trick or treating for the last time before it stopped being cool. The red hood framed her pretty face, blonde hair curling around it exuberantly.
The next day Joyce woke, turned over and blinked sleepily. The photograph of Buffy and Dawn at Halloween caught her eye and she reflected on how sweet Dawn looked as a witch.
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