These photos happened about an hour apart. Rose, absorbed in a favorite reread, didn’t budge during the interim. It amused me to see what an irresistible force she was to her brothers and sisters as she lay there, immersed. (I wasn’t quick enough to snap the moment when Huck stood there whacking a train perilously close to her head.)
Later, looking at the photos, I was, er, bemused to note that Rose’s mother has rather missed her window to heed Auntie Leila’s excellent advice.
(Except I’m going to need a ribbon-trim-for-dummies tutorial. Pretty please!)
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