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“You never asked me.”
“You cut my wife out because of her weight?”
Mark’s face went pale.
“You cut my wife out because of her weight?”
“I was protecting her dignity.”
“No,” I said. “You were protecting your display.”
I looked at Ava’s crown, Mark’s cape, and the tripod waiting beside the fireplace.
The photograph wasn’t the only thing Sharon had planned without me.
“Can’t this wait until the guests leave?”
“You were going to take another one tonight.”
Sharon said nothing.
I looked down at the frame, then placed it facedown on the mantel.
“I’m not taking your picture, Sharon. And I’m not letting you take a picture of my children that pretends I don’t exist.”
Sharon lowered her voice.
“Can’t this wait until the guests leave?”
Then he took off his cape and removed Noah’s little crown.
“No. We’re leaving. And until you can apologize for the way you’ve treated me, Ava and Noah won’t be coming back.”
Sharon turned to Mark.
“Are you going to let her speak to me like that?”
For a moment, he looked between us.
Then he took off his cape and removed Noah’s little crown.
“She’s right, Mom. We’re leaving together.”
“Sharon, I told you this morning that you were out of line.”
Ava pulled off her crown.
“I don’t want it.”
“Ava, sweetheart,” Sharon began.
“No. Mom’s in our family.”
Denise stepped forward.
“Sharon, I told you this morning that you were out of line. You owe Claire an apology.”
Julia caught up with us on the porch.
Sharon opened her mouth, but I was already taking Ava toward the front door. Mark followed with Noah.
Julia caught up with us on the porch, her camera hanging from her shoulder.
“Julia,” I said, “could you take one picture before we go?”
“Gladly.”
We stood together beneath the porch pumpkins. Mark held Noah, and Ava pressed against my side.
I slipped my arm around Mark’s waist, placing my hand where it had been in the picnic photograph.
On the drive home, Mark broke the silence.
Julia stepped back until all four of us fit in the frame.
“Everybody ready?”
“Wait,” Ava said.
She reached up and straightened my hat.
“Now.”
The camera clicked.
Three days later, Sharon called.
On the drive home, my husband broke the silence.
“I should have listened when you told me about Mom’s comments.”
“Yes,” I answered.
He nodded.
“I won’t dismiss them again.”
I thanked her for saying it, but I didn’t promise another visit.
Three days later, Sharon called.
“I shouldn’t have cropped you out,” she said. “I was cruel about your body, and I was wrong.”
I thanked her for saying it, but I didn’t promise another visit.
That night, Ava asked whether I would wear the witch dress next year.
“After all, witches belong in pictures too.”
“If I want to,” I said.
She smiled.
“After all, witches belong in pictures too.”
