James
“So, are you planning on giving that photo to Charlotte? The one of her mother, father and Klempner.”
Michael scratches at his hair. “I’m not sure. I can’t decide. For sure she’d want the photo of her parents, but I don’t think she’d be happy about Klempner in it. I did consider trimming him out, but that felt dishonest. Giving it to her seems a bit of a two-edged sword. What do you think?”
“Let me have another look at it.”
He takes the photo from his wallet and, looking at it before passing it to me. “Her mother was certainly a beauty.”
“Just like her daughter. Can’t say I can see anything of her father in her though…” The photo is a copy of the much older original, the colours faded with age, falsely tinted, but still, the content is perfectly clear. Frank Conners rests his a
