And what to say? So much time to stand around or sit around or be around with other relatives. Looking at pictures was at least something. Sometimes Dennis would find himself in one of the group shots. He particularly admired a certain kid’s cowboy hat in one photo -- then was totally surprised at his mother’s totally surprised face.
“Dennis. Honey.” She pursed her lips. “Don’t be vain.” She looked pained, glanced around. “This is hardly the place.”
Apparently it was him -- about age seven. Surprise. He considered asking his mother when she might suggest he be vain, but he decided against.
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