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For years thereafter his favorite photo remained the one he took that afternoon: his bride emerging from a sun-shot grove of aspens, the horses' heads behind her, tack draped across her shoulder like a scarf. Through all his adolescence and young manhood this was constant: a continual sense tha...
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Published in: | Michigan quarterly review 2015-12, Vol.54 (1), p.5 |
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Language: | English |
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Summary: | For years thereafter his favorite photo remained the one he took that afternoon: his bride emerging from a sun-shot grove of aspens, the horses' heads behind her, tack draped across her shoulder like a scarf. Through all his adolescence and young manhood this was constant: a continual sense that the woman in an armchair, her reading glasses on and a martini in a water glass on the coaster on the rosewood table at her side, her black hair going gray, her ability to beat him at chess less certain, her German accent decreasing, her roses more splendid each spring-a sense that his mother was someone to reckon with and serve. Kenneth grows certain, suddenly, that there was a third party present-someone at the edge of things, beyond the lens or range of his remembrance, some business associate of Simon's with a camera, or someone passing through who made his mother laugh. |
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ISSN: | 0026-2420 1558-7266 |