Photographs and Memories
Photographs and memories All the love you gave to me Somehow it just can’t be true That’s all I’ve left of you – Jim Croce, Photographs and Memories I stood at the top of Mrs. McBride’s staircase, zipping and snapping my pants. Her son Kenny, at the foot of the stairway, hadn’t seen me coming from the bathroom. I watched for a minute as he tossed coats aside and rummaged through the women’s purses. I saw him pick up a brown purse. It was my purse. He opened the wallet and hesitated. He...