In one she was the radiant child, three years old in a red party dress, standing on a sunstruck bench in Central Park, her face thrust forward in transports of hilarity. The second showed her four years later, at the Caribbean resort where Max and Diana had made their last attempt to salvage their marriage. Here she was standing beside a fountain in the open-air lobby, her right arm extended to accommodate a parakeet that was balanced on her forefinger, her eyes turned uncertainly toward the camera; she’d lost her baby fat, and her hair had darkened to honey blond. The third photograph had been taken a year ago at her mother’s apartment. Here Allegra was seated somewhat formally on the sofa, her hair pulled back in a ponytail, a book in her lap. She looked into the camera defiantly, a half smile on her face, and though she was a pretty child, her eyes, it seemed to Max, had become calculating. From one picture to the next, her physical resemblance to him increased so markedly that it sometimes took his breath away.
What do You think about The Same River Twice (2010)?
