. . . Companions Were To Be

Photographs Force Us To See People Before Their Future Weighed Them Down, Before They Knew Their Endings.

Oh, There Was Harm Indeed For A Young Lady Flattered By The Brief Attentions Of A Handsome Man.

Cassandra's Grandmother Smiled Then, Only It Wasn't A Happy Smile. Cassandra Thought She Knew How It Felt To Smile Like That. She Often Did So Herself When Her Mother Promised Her Something She Really Wanted But Knew Might Not Happen.

Even The Most Pragmatic Person Fell Victim At Times To A Longing For Something Other.

Time Had A Way Of Moulding People Into Shapes They Themselves No Longer Recognised.