"Molly," he said, looking for the brown band of the scapular, but in its place found the silver dolphin necklace.   
  "You see, if you just look past the corners and imagine," he said pointing to the 3x5 of her college years.
  "What?" she said. Without turning his head, he could no longer see her. If he didn't turn his head could he imagined a different time, could he picture a different outcome? Would time obey?
  In the picture, she had the bleary-eyed look, the camera held too close, on one whose face has lost focus with drinking. The smile to wide, the pupils, fire red. Beside her, a familiar girl with shocks of white hair around a cel phone.