“We’ll use this for the Christmas card,” her husband says.
She doesn’t answer, but she’s glad he’s being such a good sport. She’s somewhere else. She’s six and planning her future. She’d live in a castle and wear purple gowns and pink capes. She would rule her people from the turret. She had always wanted a round room. One with pink velvet cushions.
The man stares at the couple posing for the picture. He remembers his youth. He misses his wife.