My sister left Florida to go back home after helping Mom and me make huge progress in our massive photographic undertaking. I arrived a day before her and as I sorted boxes of pictures, discovered a tiny Tracy-head photo from long ago. I taped it to the wall next to the work space, wondering how long it would take my sister to notice.
Less than an hour.
But now it’s just me, Mom, and that June Cleaver-esque pinhead.
At least no one expects me to wear pearls and heels while I slog through the photos . . .