[Much of what's to come, she couldn't even conceive of; no whirlwind romance and death do us part. She hasn't even met him, not just yet-- the man she's going to marry, knowing she'll outlive him. Allison isn't vain enough to think Chase might like her, and too aware of how just young she is and how young he isn't for the thought to cross her mind for more than a whimsical moment-- but she wouldn't mind it if he did; that's a weight she doesn't carry, yet. She can enjoy this for today.]

Allison, mostly. Ally's fine if you like-- oh, but not all of them are purple. Maybe it's what they eat, like flamingos.

[And indeed, a few of the smaller ones are a lighter shade of pink. He must call her Cameron, she decides, when she knows him. A few others did, and he sounds funny saying her first name. Somehow she can't imagine calling him Robert, either.]