The makeshift stall wasn't particularly large, but the variety of fireworks was impressive. Along the edges were long strings of firecrackers.
Lighting them up required a certain amount of courage.
Hannah immediately spotted her favorite sparklers, their packaging looking almost the same as before.
After parking the car, Arnold Simmons joined her in picking out fireworks, holding a plastic basket given by the owner.
"Arnold, do you think this one is better, or this one?"
She turned around holding two different boxes of fireworks. The one in her left hand shot up into the sky, while the one in her right spun around on the ground.
Both were the types most popular with kids every year.
If it were the old Arnold, he definitely wouldn't understand any of this. But with Hannah by his side, the empty, dark world he used to live in had gradually been filled with color.
"Let's get both."
