At one of the stops on the drive southeast, the family wandered into a store with brightly colored plastic bracelets reading "High Maintenance."

She holds out a shaking hand, her plastic bracelet loose on her arm.

For a moment Gladden considered reaching down and pulling the plastic bracelet off the man and replacing it with his own.

She clapped her hands like a child so the plastic bracelets on her bony wrists banged together.

The plastic bracelet hangs around her wrist, and she says, "Fred."

SO much for the yellow plastic bracelet at the checkout counter.

She held out a hand with a clatter of red plastic bracelets, moving as though she meant to struggle to her feet.

She pulled his hands to feel her wrists, where the plastic bracelets of the handcuffs remained.

Colorful plastic bracelets clicked on her arms.