“Brie!” Stella Bedford had linked arms with me while Jimbo Barnes aimed his digital camera in our direction and clicked the shutter. “That looks good,” he said, squinting at the tiny screen on the back of the camera. “Are we both smiling?” she asked. “Take another one, just to be sure.” Stella hugged my arm. “This is gonna be great. I’ll send you the print and you can sign it to me. Make sure you use permanent ink, right?” “I’ll remember.” “Now, don’t forget to give me your address.” “I won’t forget,” I said. “Cookie, shut up so I can take the picture.” Stella tilted her head toward mine and gave the camera a perky smile. “That’s it,” Jimbo said, turning a dial so he could view what he’d captured. “Let me see,” Stella said. She leaned against his arm, then pulled the camera out of his hands. “Look, Jessica. Don’t we look nice?” I put on my reading glasses to peer at the screen. “That looks like a good one,” I said. “Can I see?”
