She recounted stories from her childhood and growing up in Eaton. She also told him about her freelance photography career and the offer to teach a college course. “Sounds like you have a good thing going here,” he observed. “I suppose. If you had asked me yesterday morning, I wouldn’t have agreed. Strange how one thing can alter your outlook isn’t it? Wow, this has been a one-sided conversation,” she quipped. “Oh, wait, it isn’t a conversation, is it? This is an interview. Do you think you have enough notes?” Aaron looked into guarded eyes and watched her jaw clench. “No, this isn’t an interview,” he said. “I’m trying a new tactic. It’s called, ‘being nice.’” She caught her breath as he grinned, his teeth flashing brilliant white against dark skin. “Do you think you might call me Anna, now that we’re better acquainted?” she asked. “I might.” “Good. So, tell me about you. About your work. About your childhood.” “I’m not interesting,”
