My brother, his ten-year-old son and I visited Beta at work, and then took a stroll around a nearby park. My brother had his camera, a fat digital SLR, and I had a new digital camera he brought over for me. We walked around and took pictures of stuff.
I saw various people I knew and pointed them out to my brother. I saw a violinist from my orchestra. I would have said hi, but she was playing beach volleyball and I didn’t want to bother her, so I just watched for a while.
Then my nephew saw a playground and disappeared into the climbing equipment.
My brother and I wandered around among the playing children, two middle-aged men with cameras.
“This doesn’t look good,” my brother said.
We casually strolled away and took a seat at a table outside a cafe. At some point we ate dinner, and gave Beta a ride home.