her living here when she pulls out the photographs she’d taken of herself at a photo booth in the mall. how each of the four pictures were the same. exactly the same. and not once did she smile. even with the electronic voice inside the machine telling her to get ready for the picture. she just sat there staring at the dot on the other side of the booth. just sat there looking at the dot long after the booth was done taking pictures of her. and it seems to her now that she’s always like that. exactly how the dead look in old photographs. how their expressions seem to 