“Yeah, it’s something all right. I would have cleaned up if I knew you were coming.”
“No, no. It’s beautiful. I’ve gotten so used to elegance that I’ve never realized how the real people live.”
“Ah. Well, the other real person will be back later tonight. Uta’s working a late shift at the studio.”
“The studio? Is Uta a model?”
“No, she’s a photographer’s assistant. The dream is to be a model. We met when she wanted somebody to take her picture.”
Bailey took a closer look at the photographs on the wall. The pictures were stunning. They featured bodies twisted in acrobatic positions “Is this your work?”
“Yep, that’s mine. I came to town to become a photographer. And well… you see how well it’s worked out for me. Five years later, I’m driving a limo and sharing a one-bedroom apartment. S
