“So you liked the pictures?” Georgia prodded after I stayed frozen and silent too long. “Yes.” Georgia laughed again. “Not the naked people.” I felt ridiculous and actually felt my face get hot. “I liked the beauty. The color. The anguish.” “The anguish?” Georgia’s voice rose in question. “It was an anguish that had nothing to do with me. An anguish everyone could see. Not just me. And I wasn’t expected to make it all go away.”
