Thirty-Three
“How’d it go today?” Gabe asks, his hands resting on the back of my chair. I’m scanning through the shots from the day’s pet sessions, and every few images, he says “Mm-hmm” or points at the screen, which means he likes the photo. My brother is almost as critical as my dad, so I’ll take all the “mm-hmms” I can get.
“I forgot how much harder it is to shoot cats than dogs,” I say, clicking forward to the twin Siamese girls I had this afternoon. “These two were tough.”
“Yeah, but look at those eyes,” Gabe says. “These are beautiful, Frankie. Dad would be impressed.”
“Dad would tell me I need more fill light and maybe to take a step back for sharper contours on their noses.”
“See? You don’t need Dad or me to nag you about stuff.” He pushes off my chair. “I’m going to set up f
