❝ –– perhaps it’s true that things can change in a day. and when they do, those few dozen hours, like the salvaged remains of a burned house—the charred clock, the singed photograph, the scorched furniture—must be resurrected from the ruins and examined. and suddenly, they become the bleached bones of a story.
“As beautiful as ever — and I’m not just saying that because I’m your mother.”
“Mom, seriously? God, if you’re this excited about me, I can only imagine what you’ll be like when I give you a grandchild.” The whiny tone was clearly evident in Delia’s voice as she stopped in the doorway, rolling her eyes at the mere thought of having to stand around and pose for the next ten minutes. She’d come so close to getting out of there without having to be totally embarrassed beforehand. So. Close. “You get five pictures, and that’s all, so please make sure you choose wisely.”
“Smile, honey!” Teddy teased, making a show of angling the camera. For someone who had once donned army fatigues, Teddy sure was awfully starry-eyed over this dress. “Come on, you can do better than that. Remember, these are the photos I’m going to be showing every single person who visits us here for the next twenty years!”