It was around 3 in the morning when Bryce emerged from his makeshift darkroom with the sample prints. All in all, he was satisfied with them, even to the point of calling themthe best work he had done in months. He slid the photos into an envelope, along with the negative of Mrs. Rayne's glowing shot. Now, he was kicking himself for busting in on their wedding dinner, even if they forgot their appointment with him. It probably made him seem like some kind of fanatic. He'd be hard pressed to prove to them otherwise.
He saw the little red light on his answering machine blinking, meaning he hadn't heard the phone ring while he was working. Bryce poured himself a glass of lemonade, sat down in the old lounge chair beside the phone and pushed the play button. "You have two messages," squawked the compuertized voice.
"Mr. Markham, this is Jonathan from today's wedding," the first message began. "Mrs. Rayne will not be able to meet you tomorrow morning as planned. Instead she asks that you come to the house the morning after. Be certain to bring your equipment and the Tuxedo."
Beautiful, Bryce thought with a smirk. Now if Mr. Rayne decides to punch me it will be in the privacy of his own home. He took a sip of the lemonade as the next message began.
"Bryce this is Mike," the familiar voice started. "I realize that it's late but I have some work you might want. I got a call from Golden Apple Preschool, they needed someone to do class photos, but I'm booked tomorrow. If you want the job, give me a call around 10 in the morning. Peace, man."
Ahh good old Mike. Even if he'd have to wait for his meeting with Mrs. Rayne, he'd have something to do. He finished off his Lemonade, set his alarm clock, and went to sleep with Smokey at his feet.
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