“It breathes fire.”
“Dinosaurs existed.”
“That doesn’t help them in a fight with a dragon.”
“You sound like her.”
“Because we’re right.”
He shook his head and lifted the camera again.
“Turn toward the window.”
I did.
“Not that much.”
“You said turn.”
“I didn’t say leave.”
“You’re very particular.”
“It’s almost like you hired me to be.”
I adjusted until he stopped correcting me.
“Now what?”
“Nothing.”
“Nothing?”
“Just stay there.”
I looked toward the window.
Morning light spilled across the floor in front of me, warming one side of my face. Outside, downtown had started waking up. A car eased into a parking space across the street. Someone walked past carrying a paper cup and a bag from the bakery.
By now, I had stopped asking what to do with my hands.
I hated that he’d been right about that.
I was starting to notice something else too.
Ellis rarely took the picture when I expected him to.
He’d lift the camera, and I’d straighten automatically, only for him to wait. Then I’d roll my eyes at something he said or look away when I started laughing, and the shutter would click.
At first, I thought it was coincidence.
By the third time, I knew better.
“You keep doing that.”
“Doing what?”
“Waiting until I’m not ready.”