Chekov’s Gun: An Epilogue

docholligay:

20 piece chicken nugget. 4 ranches. A strawberry milkshake.

It was a strange way to sum up a life.

Mina flipped the receipt over, to where Haruka had quickly scrawled.

Don’t worry about me. It’s okay. I love you so much. Let the girls love you.  Please let Mina have my jacket. (You won’t wear it anyway.) Mina, take care of Michiru. She’s the most important thing I’m leaving you.

In a quicker, tighter scrawl below, she read:

Mina–don’t put any of those dumb patches on it, it’s a nice jacket.

“Welcome to McDonald’s what can I get for you today?”

Mina leaned out the window of the small yellow car. “Yeah, I’ll take a 20 piece nugget and a strawberry milkshake.”

She smiled, rubbed at the gold ring on her thumb, and tucked the receipt back in her wallet.

The girl at the window complimented her hamburger patch.