if they did send me the photograph , if i did open an envelope in a few weeks time , dropped by the postman onto the mat in my yellow-walled , light-floorboarded hall and opened the envelope to see that photograph with perhaps a scrawl in black ballpoint at the back , dominiques writing id imagine , that distinctive french handwriting they all seem to have , in memory , of a perfect summers day , something like that and then shed sign their names ; would i frame it , leave it out like my photograph of me and helena , another perfect day , more smiling faces , or pop it quickly in a drawer on top of that large brown envelope which lies there , unopened and face down ?