SMILE

She seemed happier at age seven-and-a-half.

Her parents hadn’t divorced yet; and grown-ups close to the situation tend to point to that event (which would happen three years later) as cause for the current frowns.

She believed in dolls. And mid-century Molly McIntire suited her fancy. Something about the adventure, the homefront community of America during World War II appealed to her…that, and the clothes. Molly’s Greatest Generation wardrobe was darker, drabber than Depression-era Kit Kittredge. This irony wasn’t lost on her—even in second grade.

New York City. There’s nothing not to like about New York City. Those who hate New York City lie. Every stinkin’ one of ‘em.

The girl loved and loves New York City.

Good for us that she used to pose for pictures…in front of tourist storefronts, underneath signs.

Hugging Molly. A shopping bag filled with all her parents could afford that day. And smiling.