“Hey, do you have any photo albums, Mrs. K? I’d love to see a picture of Henrik in lederhosen.” I lean over him, stealing a cube of carrot from the bowl. “Lederhosen are German.” Mom turns in her chair. “Oh, but we have that fine picture of you and your sister from Midsummer, Henrik. Fetch it for me. He’s wearing the jolliest little hat with blue and yellow ribbons.” Teddy laughs. “God, is there anything better than a jolly hat?”
