Holly Renfrow was mostly with friends in the photos—a gaggle of bright, shiny girls and boys, peace signs and sexy poses, kisses for the camera, Halloween costumes, funky hairdos and overdone eyeshadow, the mangy mutt from the yard, a teenage boy kissing the side of another girl’s face, someone’s rust-eaten blue Firebird, roasting marshmallows before a campfire, cigarettes in their mouths.
