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This time in a green thong with a picture taken from behind.

“Wow,” I said.

“What now?”

“There’s… a lot here…”

I sifted through the pictures, chose a picture and picked it up.

I held it out.

“Hey, love, look at me,” I said.

Hazel looked at me. “What are you doing right now?”

“Comparing.”

“Comparing what?”

“Well, I would guess your Gram is maybe about sixty in this picture?”

“And?”

“I’m just getting a vibe. An idea of what you’re going to look like in the future.”

Hazel gasped and took the picture out of my hand.

She looked at it and let out a crying yell.

“Gram! What were you thinking?”

“She was capturing herself,” I said.

“Stop it.”

“I’m not being perverted here. She wanted to take pictures of herself. For her own keeping. I mean, for all you know there are more in the closet. Or somewhere in the house. Of her… you know…”

“I don’t want to think about this right now,” Hazel said.

She returned her gaze to the folder.

She moved a few pictures around.

“There’s… a lot. Look at this. Different outfits. And poses. She’s… she’s got a rose tattoo on her right hip! I didn’t know that! Why didn’t I know that?”

“Maybe it was a temporary one,” I said.

“Maybe.” Hazel took a deep breath. “Okay. I mean, Gram looks good. Right?”

Hazel looked at me.

“Am I allowed to say what I want?”

“No. Just don’t say a word.”

I grinned. “You got it.”

“I don’t get why she… wait a second.” Hazel set her sights on me again. “What did you say?”

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