It’s a light California lunch in a California mall, you know the scene, the four tops spread amongst the traffic and even next to the fountain. Mary is buying, it’s her home town; avocados, limes and pomegranate!

Wide eyed and almost gasping with excitement she is telling my wife—were we married yet or still just going together?—that at age forty two she has discovered the lesbian within. She wants to shout this out to the world, but her question is, “How do I tell this to my daughter?”

While the subject interests me hugely, I have nothing whatever to say and fiddle with my camera. By bringing it up to my eye I can hide from her secret and even from some of my own. It’s the 70s, a hippy asleep at my feet, that’ll do quite nicely …