Chapter 136

“Oh. Pictures I took. I used to think I was a brilliant photographer.” She laughed nervously, closed the book and glanced at her watch. “We should probably go to the supermarket if we want to—”

“Oh, no, you’re not getting off that easily.”

He took the album gently from her, flipped halfway and started looking, turning pages, concentrating on each shot. She watched, trying to see the pictures through his eyes, fidgeting, painfully aware she was being judged. At the same time she was interested to see her own work again after such a long time. Gran and Grandad kept this album here. It was old fashioned, but she was glad they did. She watched critically, page after page, seeing both the promise and the limitations. Looking at the pictures now was like seeing an old friend and regretting having lost touch.

“Wow.” He stopped on a shot she’d taken of the city just before dawn on a ridiculously cold winter morning from the Beach, which jutted out into the lake north of