"Traffic," I lied. Really, I’d been panicking in my car for ten minutes.
"Cutting it close, photographer boy," she said, not unkindly.
"Never," she said softly. "Always working. Always performing."
"Traffic," I lied. Really, I’d been panicking in my car for ten minutes.
"Cutting it close, photographer boy," she said, not unkindly.
"Never," she said softly. "Always working. Always performing."