An old white woman sits on a folding chair in a park as a picnic gets going. She is wearing denim culottes, a winter jacket the same hue, black sneakers, and a wide-brimmed straw hat tied on with a black cord. Beside her is her big black bag full of stuff she didn't need to carry, and yet she has probably forgotten her bank card. On her lap is a small white dog with long fur and a pronounced underbite. The dog's exact breed mix is a mystery, but she loves being held like a baby, as my mom is doing, her hands clasped over the dog's pink belly. Ruby's front paws are folded over mom's arm, and her eyes are closed in satisfaction.