She loved the fireworks at the big, open ball park. We talked about them as we walked to the bus station, and while we waited for a non-crowded bus in the downtown concrete canyons, someone threw a large firecracker from a building a block away. I saw the flash from the corner of my eye, and the retort echoed between the buildings, a unique sound.
She was instantly back in Oklahoma City, April 19, 1995.
The body-shaking concussions of the professional fireworks had not fazed her, but the smaller explosion between the tall buildings did.
God damn you, Timothy McVeigh.