Photo album, circa 1920

My mother is a bold girl in a turban. Her high-collared suitor sits beside her on a park bench gazing somewhere beyond the photographer. No one has told them of Dickie and me. We turn up later, Dickie in a sailor suit, freckled and grinning, me a blonde child in dimity squinting against the sun.

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