The bed with a pile of pillows. Our mis-matched dinnerware. A pile of laundry being sorted. The spice rack in the kitchen. A laptop. A camera.Somethin... dawned on me and I turned and snapped a picture of Mary.“Hey, we aren’t supposed to do portraiture,” she laughed. I showed her the picture.“The one thing none of us are ever without,” I said. “Our cell phones.”“Yes! A story. We need a story to tie it together. Cell phone. Makeup. A mirror. Glass of wine. We can do this!”“They convinced me to. I reached for a pair of jeans and a blue, vertical stripedsport shirt. I stood fixing my hair in the full length mirror for a momentbefore grabbing my backpack and heading downstairs. I ran into thekitchen, grabbed a bowl, filled it quickly, splashed the milk andpractically swallowed without chewing. "Where's the fire John?" my mother asked. "Nowhere Mom, I just thought I'd get an early start is all. Mom, I need tomake my lunch. Where's the turkey?" I asked. "I'm sorry John, but your father. More

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