She grabbed the bowl of jelly beans and poured them out onto her desk.

She remembered when those funny-tasting Harry Potter jelly beans came out. The look on Jim’s face when he’d eaten a sardine-flavored bean. Classic.

His face had gone sickly green.

Hers had turned pink with uncontained laughter.

One by one, she sorted the beans on her desk by color, neatly arranging them side by side, tiny-sugared-logo-side up. After sorting them, she arranged the groups according to the rainbow, whispering under her breath, “Roy G. Biv”, to help herself remember.

Like she needed the help.

She always remembered.