The following summer, Lily returned to Eastshore University for graduation.
On the way to the auditorium, we passed the former international programs office.
The university had used the settlement funds to turn it into a student legal aid center. Its first group of student volunteers was handing out free intake forms by the entrance.
The radiator pipe beside the wall was gone. A new coat of paint covered the spot where it had been, slightly lighter than the wall around it.
Lily paused outside for two seconds.
A student carrying a cardboard box asked where the intake forms should go.
Lily pointed to the table by the window, then caught a folder as it began to slide from the student's arms.
The bell rang inside the auditorium, calling the graduates to enter.
"Go on," I said.
She nod
