Fifteen minutes later he was waiting while Mr. Gaines unlocked the door to the photo studio and disarmed the security. They barely had a chance to turn on the lights and get rid of their jackets when a couple entered with two children in tow—the first of the day’s appointments. By one, Wyn was ready for his lunch break. He loved taking portraits of people, he wouldn’t be in the business if he didn’t, but there had been one too many families today with kids who wanted to be anywhere but there and acted up as a result. Mr. Gaines took one look at him after the last family left and said, “Go, get out of here. I can handle the next appointment on my own since it’s a guy needing a passport photo.” “Yeah, you take the easy ones,” Wyn teased. “I’ll be back in half an hour.” He was, arriving a