Which One Is She

This is what your grandma looked like when I found her. Great-grandpa Willy was grinning as wide as a piano bench. I stared at the photo; four beauties, none looked like grandma. Which one is she? I asked him, completely confused. She is the beautiful one on the right, Willy told me. The prettiest one! Wow! This was really something. She was a fox! He said, a catch, gorgeous beyond the moon. Great-grandma came over and took a peek at the photo. That is my sister Janet, she said, and three of her friends. She flipped through the photo album and found a picture of herself. That’s me with four kids and one on the way. This made more sense to me. Grandpa was not speaking.