Julie, Isabel and I were running for the train with two friends in the dim light of a Metro station this afternoon. Julie, carrying Isabel, was in the lead, and I was well behind, pushing the stroller. As we passed the driver, leaning out of the open window, I thanked her for waiting for us. She nodded in reply, and said, "that baby looks just like you."
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| Isabel gets haughty at a recent society wedding. |
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| Similar pose, different mood. |
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| Looking contemplative about the prospects soon to be offered by walking. |
