six
CALISTA
“What’s the problem?” I ask Pete.
“I did the pictures of you two, which means…” He picks up a manila envelope that’s labeled Calista and Rylan. “These are the right ones.”
Jean sighs and sits down next to Rylan, who couldn’t look more relaxed in his chair, slouched down with one leg resting on the other knee. He looks as though he finds this humorous.
“Well, how long will it take to make these into slides?” Alice asks, picking up the manila envelope.
“That’s the problem. I only had so many of the slides left over from my company. I’m not sure I can get the stuff in time.”
Even if he could get the supplies, I think we’re dodging a bullet right now. Aubrey would die if I pulled out a slide machine. Plus, who is going to man it? And the pictures should be set to music.
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