Barbara smiled at Rose. "Aside from Howard, I've only one child, and he's almost a year old now." She handed her shopping to Howard and fished around in her handbag for her purse. "Here, I've a picture somewhere. Ah - it's a little old now, he's grown rather a lot since then, but that's John and Ian. My husband."

The photograph slid easily out of the little clear window in her purse. It was faded somewhat, but still quite clear. A proud Ian with a large, beaming smile, held up a tiny John who, at the time, was only just becoming more alert. He stared at the camera with large, round, blue eyes. Blue like Ian's.

"This one's from our wedding," Barbara continued, pulling out another photograph that was older and more faded. Even so, it was still clear and vibrant enough that Howard, Ian and Barbara could be easily made out. It lived in another pocket that unfortunately didn't have a window, but Barbara was just as proud to show it off. "Howard was Ian's best man, much to Ian's brother's displeasure. Or so I heard."