It was like those old black-and-white pictures of nudist life. The McGinty family eating at the picnic table, dad grilling, mom and sis bringing out food. They played Badminton and volleyball. There were even pictures of them playing touch football. Typical family vacation photos except nobody had any clothes on. I stood behind Mom, my hands on her sweaty shoulders as we looked. They must have had a remote release for the camera since it was only the four of them in all the pictures.
The last picture, glued in over THE END scrawled in Sharpie, had the four of them, facing away from the camera, bent over at ninety degrees. The picture was taken outside in bright sunshine, the light behind the camera. Dad on the left, then Mom, then son, then sister.
You could see everything. Not my thing,
