Lamb asked him where he’d gotten it, and he said the pharmacy threw out a whole crate of them. His closet was full. He spun the little plastic wheel and put the cardboard camera against his eye and told her to smile.
She moved, kicking at him, just as the flash went off, ruining it, and ran into the bathroom. He said she didn’t appreciate the past.
“I”m not a huge fan of the present either,” she said.
The shower ran. Lamb sat on the toilet, smoking and picking at her nail polish.
He said something from the other room.