In more ways that I anticipate, I am like Harry Potter. I have a cupboard under the stairs, where i harbour hundreds of small infants. Babies. Shoes. Ok so I dont live in the cupboard. But my wardrobe does. And behind my clothes, is 2 boxes, dusty and deprecating, waiting poetically (how lame) for me to come and paw over their contents. And i kid you not, i actually found 2 albums labeled 'unseen wedding photos'. so naturally i tore through them and found this photo.
No one will appreciate this, i realise, but , ok whos read the lovely bones?
you know right before susie dies and she takes that photo of her mum on the balcony looking very un-mum and more like a normal person?
I try to imagine that.