I looked over at Elaine.
She was standing beside Frank, holding my coat and smiling proudly.
Suddenly, I began to cry.
Marcia lowered her camera.
“Would you like a break?”
I shook my head.
“No. I’d like another photograph.”
I held out my hand.
“Elaine, will you come stand beside me?”
My mother-in-law looked surprised.
“Anna, these are your maternity portraits.”
“I know. I want you in one.”
She came over.
I took her hand.
Marcia raised the camera.
In the photograph she showed us afterward, Elaine wasn’t looking at
