I told her about the bet as I got out my iphone and showed her the pictures I took. She was nearly hysterical looking at them.

“Could you send those to me? Especially the one with him growling? I might use that for blackmail and threaten him with putting it in the yearbook when he’s a senior.”

“Consider it done.” I said as I sent them to her.

“He is usually so concerned about seeming mature. It was nice to see him acting like a kid again. Maybe I’ll get some prints of those made.”

We talked for about two hours and finished off two bottles of wine. I found out about how her husband died, where they lived before coming to town, what she was doing in London.