When I saw her in the street today I gave her a color version of this picture and she disappeared into her house for five minutes. She returned and asked when could I give her mother a copy of her picture. I thought. Who is her mother amongst the photographs I had taken of this girl's family? It could only be the one I called "Girl leaning against pillar in red and white striped shirt." I asked how old her mother was.
"She's twenty-nine ."
"How old are you," I asked.
I came home and made a print of her mother whom I had already posted, but not knowing who she was.