FredChapter 11
JULIAN AND HARPER and I sat on our deck in the afternoon sun a couple of weeks after Julian had finished his first year of college and Harper had graduated. “Terrified. I mean, Dad, it’s not the first time I dressed up, you know that.” I nodded. “Dressing up around the house or going out with lingerie underneath, that’s OK. No one notices.” He paused and drank. White wine on our deck. Late afternoon sun warm enough but not too hot. I reached for my Leica. “Look to me, Julian, will...