Table Talk

The dinner was homemade marinara and local sausage baked in the oven and ladled over spaghetti. It was delicious. I remember having a second helping. There was a small photo album of 3x4 snapshots on the table. I picked it up and was struck with horror. Our host's wife depicted in the throes of bloody childbirth. I must've gone pale. I closed it and put it back. I'll never forget it even though it was nearly 40 years ago.