Chapter Thirteen
Isabelle amazingly agreed to be photographed getting into the pool. Anna Margaret did not know how persuasive Philip had been. Florian was carried, even though he had continued to believe until the very end that his father could not do that. He had nevertheless been curious enough to play along.
Anna Margaret had to get the photo right in one go, because Philip had said he would do it only once. Isabelle would rather have had several tries to see which was the most flattering. She had to show the photo after taking it and because Florian’s legs were obscuring pertinent parts of her body, Isabelle gave her permission.
“I still think some people prefer to see us dressed,” she said.
“I’m going to put this on my Strava as a weightlifting session,” said Philip.
“Do whatever you like there, but I thought this was going up on our official Instagram.”
“Which doesn’t come with the disclaimer that we never undress,” Florian remarked. “And those eighty-year-olds who disapprove don’t do Insta. I think it might go on X.”
Anna Margaret sent the photo to Frederick. He replied that he would only post it on his own account, not as a reply to Rick’s thread.
@Fr3d3r1ck
