We spent an afternoon looking through photographs I had taken from Annapolis.

I kept the pictures with friends, the view from the porch, the birthday cake I had made badly and everyone had eaten anyway.

I set aside some photographs of Zachary without deciding where every one would finally go.

I could acknowledge good days without making them arguments for returning.

One photograph showed me at a company dinner, holding a glass while Paige stood beside him across the room.

I had not noticed the arrangement when it was taken.