He was eighteen in the photograph, wearing a rented black tuxedo and the nervous smile he always got when somebody pointed a camera at him.
« Was he your boyfriend? »
I was beside him in a pale blue dress.
« His name was David, » I said.
« Was he your boyfriend? »
« My first serious one. »
Ellie grinned.
« Before Grandpa? »
She studied the photograph.
« Long before Grandpa. »