Epilogue

Brad re-adjusted his settings and glanced over at the Mother’s circle. They were relaxing on the picnic benches, chatting idly amongst themselves and not paying much attention to anything. They were well aware of what their children were doing, but none of them seemed particularly concerned. Kids were natural exhibitionists, nothing unusual about that. Brad wouldn’t be surprised if they stripped all the way down to their panties to go splashing around in the fountain later on. He’d seen Angie do it before on more than one occasion.

The videos were something of a hit with the Sole Parents community. Mary Glover and Carol Thompson were regular customers, putting in orders for edited tapes on an almost weekly basis (Brad and Angie spent much of their free time sorting through the rough footage looking for the most ‘artistic’ angles - Angie had an intuitive grasp of film composition and understood the technical processes far better than he ever would).

Brad supposed he could understand that. These women had struggled through broken marriages, social rejection and outright prejudice; all they had left now were their children. If the girls could experience a few more years of simple happiness, it would all be worthwhile. Maybe that was the only thing that truly mattered.