Day 66

Rosemary peered at the photo. The photo looked back at the huge blue eye that glared through the magnifying glass.

Arthur stood at the kitchen door, holding a tray with tea and cakes. He looked uncomfortable as he watched her. He put the tray down slowly on the table and the worry swept over him.

“What are you doing?” he asked tentatively.

“Looking at the pixies.”

“You mean pixels.”

“Whatever they are,” Rosemary retorted while moving in even closer with one eye closed to ensure all her focus was beamed down on the girl in the picture.

Arthur was unsure whether to continue the conversation but the lemming instinct kicked in despite years of practical evidence that it was not a good idea.

“And what do the pixels tell you?”

Rosemary sighed heavily. She put down the large magnifying glass and frowned at Arthur. “Cousin Benny’s best friend said that you can tell if a photo has been doctored by looking at the pixels. So, I’m looking at them to see if they show any signs of funny business.”

Arthur thought the whole thing was a funny business. After all, Rosemary wouldn’t know a pixel if one dropped on her head. He poured the tea.