"Who's getting the photo albums?" I asked him.
"Those go to Mary Jane," he replied, referring to his sister.
At that moment Mary Jane entered the bedroom. "Are you getting the photo albums?" I asked her.
"No, Donald gets those," said Mary Jane, referring to one of their other brothers.
A little later Donald came into the bedroom. "You're getting the photo albums, then?" I asked him.
"Me?" Donald asked. "Gee, I don't know...does anybody else want them?"
"I do!" said I.
I asked if I could have the albums, at least for a while, until someone else wanted them.
No one objected.
When we returned home laden with the photo albums,
…and we look and look at these younger times, transfixed by the bittersweet wonder of it all.