November 27, 2018:

Dec '42.

Married for a year. Working: schoolmarm. Husband in the war.

She looks old. These people always look old. They looked old when they were children. Maybe it's the fashion. Maybe it's the Depression. They seem ancient by age twenty, so that later at age sixty they seem about the same.

Her smile is a smirk. She seems to be quite visibly exercising patience, as if her thoughts are, Go on, take your picture, who wants it?

Overcoat. Hair parted primly on the right. Heels and toes together. Being what she's always been told to be.