He stands and hustles toward us when we enter. Boy, have I got news, he says. Is that so? Mother says. I talked to an editor from Look magazine today and he wants to do a whole story on Chicago. A fellow admirer of buildings, says Mother. Actually, he was very interested in the pictures of you, of the scene here. We have a scene? says Mother. It’s not clear just what he has in mind but he’s interested, that’s for sure. Whatever I can do to help. I have always wanted to be in magazines, she says, a bit of breathlessness in her voice, posing for someone I can’t see. This could be big, says Jim, for both of us. Well, I need my luck to turn. We make a good team, Jimmy. She puts her hands on his face and he stands there letting her like he’s stuck in time. I’ve got my work cut out for me, he says, breaking the spell. I must have six rolls to process of you alone. No bad pictures, says Mother. You know the rules. Jim shrugs and flips through the little notepad he keeps. I can’t make any promises, doll.
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