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Winnie stood in the background with a gleam in her eye. Pad set up a tripod, used a small meter to inspect the lighting, and peered through the lens. She had seen him do this before, fuss over his camera like a mother with a baby.
He nodded. “Mrs. Simpson, are you ready?”
Winnie bit her lip and waltzed over to the waiting canvas. “Is this where you’d like me?”
Pad walked to her side. Noticing that Ellie was distracted by various paintings scattered around the room, under his breathe he said, “Behave yourself.”
Winnie smiled sweetly. “But of course.”
“Just paint and forget I’m here.” Pad took another look through the view finder.
Pad’s camera clicked as Winnie became absorbed in the colors of the canvas. Pad could see it showed promise of what was to come.
Ellie watched from Pad’
