“Anybody can be a wedding photographer,” Tony scoffed. “Everyone’s dressed up, eager to pose, do the chicken dance… Now, a divorce photographer… That would require talent.”
Becky had never thought about it like that. But she nodded like she had.
“I bet you’ve never thought about it like that, huh?”
“Sure I have,” Becky said. Then, “How many girls would you marry just to keep a steady clientele?”
Tony grinned. Becky tried not to smile. He fondled his camera. Or maybe she did.
“I bet you’d like to take my picture right now,” she dared him.
“Nah,” Tony said. “Not yet.”