Bad Timing

They were pictures of Laurie. She had a young girl’s charms: kind of gawky, kind of fashionable, pretty and slender. Big bright eyes, an emotional sunshininess. These were just snapshots from around the world. Here she was, nude in the garden. “Odd-shaped girl, huh?” His voice was soft as moonlight. “Funny body language. Strange little fourth-grader.”