“I’m going now. I’m sorry I had to bother you.”
“Are you planning on taking that photograph with you?”
Randy stopped, feeling a cold sweat break out on his forehead. “What?”
“The photo you took from the bedroom. I can see the frame’s outline under your sweater.”
Randy felt nauseated as he took the photograph out from under his sweater. “I’m sorry,” he whispered. Anne’s mouth was set in a line.
The two stared at one another for a long time. It seemed to Randy that Anne was trying to make a decision. She turned and glanced out the kitchen window, knuckles white on the counter-top. Finally she turned back to him. She took a deep breath and said, “Listen, I think you should keep it. I want you to have it. To do…whatever you need to do with it.” Randy saw tears standing in her eyes. She tu
