not buy clothes designed to change the way she looks.”
“You do not decide where she belongs in photographs.”
“And if you cannot respect those boundaries, we will stop coming to events like this.”
Clara looked stunned.
Simon didn’t look away.
Then Dave spoke.
“Clara, this is our fortieth anniversary.”
He shook his head.
“I think I’ve earned one photograph of my actual family instead of your carefully arranged version of them.”
At that moment, the photographer approached cautiously.
“How would you like everyone positioned?”
Clara inhaled, clearly preparing to
