'You can't burn photographs!' he bellowed, striding boldly into the dining room as if she were a tenant in his house. Clair wanted to explain her reasons but he had already passed by her in a whisk of cold air and was standing over the table looking at the lines of images laid out for incineration. She followed him, rather perturbed by his over-emotional response. She was, however, used to her own way of things inside her own house and reached over...