Patrick Nathan I’d forgotten that the rules do not apply to those they are meant to protect. “Don’t be ridiculous. What does it say, Scott? What does the sign actually say? Read it to me.” Elaine looked up from her salad. She knew how my mother and I could be. “I’ll read it, Jeanne.” She dug through her handbag. My mother, phone in one hand and dog in the other, stared me down as we waited. “Ah,” Elaine said when she found her glasses. “Let’s see. It says, For the privacy—” “For the privacy of our guests,” my mother hissed, “photography is not permitted in the pool area. Privacy. Taking a picture with some . . . some