Lucy was quite sure she could have cried Todd a river, and it wouldn't do a thing for either of them.
"I just want you to trust me." How many times could she say it. "You really can. Really, you can."
But she might as well have been a ghost trapped in another dimension. He wasn't listening, nor forgiving. It felt like long ago. When they were pals and he'd drive her to school, do each other's hair, have fun painting each other's nails.
It was just different now.
She waited for Todd to make a few phone calls in the other room. She hugged herself remembering how all her so-called girlfriends at school used to call him her big gay brother. Of course, listening to them say such crap made her mad. She hated them all.
Half the time, people still asked her at the grocery store how that brother of hers was doing. Lucy would get testy and tell them she didn't have a brother. Is that what people really thought? She didn't care if they thought she was crazy or wouldn't amount to anything, but she didn't want anyone thinking he was her brother. He was her husband.
"Cory can't do it and I have my doubts about Allie." Todd sighed when he came back to Lucy, and her shoebox of pictures.
"We'll think of something." Lucy was determined to do this, but she was just determined to do something for them as well. "I want our family portrait. The three of us."
"Lucy, you know we don't really have the time and money for it." Todd was serious.
"Well, then I'll take the photos." She had her old 35 millimeter camera. She could make the extra bathroom a darkroom. It had been awhile, but she loved making photography old school. Not this digital crap.