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She gave them to me when, at about 16, I finally worked up the nerve to ask her, not long after I started going to the unders dance club called The Speakeasy in Portsmouth, New Hampshire, and spending time with Black boys who had Black fathers. I felt like photos of him would allow me to piece together my own distillation of who my father was, and who he might be now.

Tess laid the pictures out on her kitchen table, and I touched the worn edges as if they were velvet, and not the creased, yellowing paper of pictures taken from another time. They appeared both vintage and modern, simultaneously relics and urgent pieces of evidence.

One photo, in black and white, featured Tess and Joe in a wooded area, at a bit of a distance. Joe is in profile, leaning up against a tree, tall and narrow-looking with chiseled cheekbones, extending a thin branch of some sort to Tess, whose hand is reaching out to receive it. The second photo was in color but also of the two of them, more close-up, Tess and Joe sitting on the grass among friends — at a political rally of some sort, Tess told me. Joe, again in profile, is wearing the same cargo jacket from the other picture, the same dark sunglasses, leaning back on his arms, looking forward, nose sloping down toward his lips.

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Tess is looking straight at the camera, her hair down and tucked behind her ears, wearing regular glasses and a denim jacket. It was part of his appeal. He was very stylish, and veeeeeery into his looks. Why now?

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I wanted to sit with the photos and write a story in my head about me and my Black father. I wondered what he would say to me about these Black boys I found so appealing all of a sudden.

Would he caution me to stay away from them, or tell me exactly how to handle them — and myself, as his daughter? So who knows? As soon as she said that, I lost the thread; the story I was writing shifted.

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You and Mom have never had Black friends. I really need to be around the natural world. And, you know, we had those wonderful years on Pumpkin Hill here in Warner, together and all. And this beautiful house we have now.]