Carol held one of Pauline’s passport photos and a printed-out black and white photo of Roan from his Facebook profile in each hand while she sat at Ella’s feet. Pauline sat on her left and Andrea on her right. She bit her lip, closed her eyes, and sighed. I really want to help my friends. Long to heal people’s lives. But what if I mess up? The mixture of excitement and fear kept her frozen for a moment. I’m relying on something as fickle and make-believe as magic. How crazy it that? “Well, here they are. How do you put them in?” Carol handed her the photos. Here goes. There’s no going back. I’m doing this. She nodded as a way to set her determination in stone. “I don’t know how this works.” She took Pauline’s photo. “I’ll put Pauline on the left side and Roan on the right.” She placed Pauline’s photo on the rectangular frame. It was too small to fit into the little yellowed photo corners. “Maybe I should use prestick.” “Just try. Place them on. See what it does.”
