"Better," she said, tucking her arm into his. "Let’s go find a better backdrop. I hear the bridge looks like diamonds this time of night."
"Nonsense," she said, the shutter clicking. "The light in this city only gets better after dark." mature pics philly
He pulled a weathered Polaroid from his breast pocket. It was a "mature pic" in the truest sense: a photo of his wife, Martha, taken in 1984 on the steps of the Philadelphia Museum of Art. She wasn’t posing like a model; she was laughing, a soft-pretzel in one hand, her hair windswept and graying even then, looking like the queen of the Parkway. "Rough night?" "Better," she said, tucking her arm into his