his words were cut off by a small  ’ is that you? ’
                            & from what he could see at such an angle was that
                            she had stumbled onto an old photo. an old photo
                            of him. jeez. what was he? four? maybe six? he
                            dawned some sort of school uniform & had one
                            hand on each shoulder–his mother’s hand & his
                            father’s hand. for a moment, steven just stares &
                            stares at the picture. when was this taken? how
                            old was he? who took the picture? who knows.

                    ’ yes…that’s me. where did…did you find this? ’