The countdown on TV began. Ten... nine...
"Never?" I asked, lowering the camera.
"Cutting it close, photographer boy," she said, not unkindly.
"Maybe," she whispered, "I got tired of performing."
The countdown on TV began. Ten... nine...
"Never?" I asked, lowering the camera.
"Cutting it close, photographer boy," she said, not unkindly.
"Maybe," she whispered, "I got tired of performing."