“Right now.”
She said, “I have to get this stuff in the trailer and start getting it developed.”
“I’m an expert photographer.”
“I know,” she told me, “guys get lots of lines. They like to go in the dark-room with me. In the dark they have a tendency to…”
“I won’t,” I said.
“Oh well, come on,” she told me. “We have to take a chance sometimes.”
She unlocked the door of the trailer. I followed her inside. She closed the door, locked it and pressed a button. Almost immediately the trailer began to move.
She said, “My partner drives without jerks so I can get these pictures finished before we get to the next place. It’s a job. I have to rush them through.”
She set an electric timer with a luminous dial, turned out all of the lights and for a while we were standing there in absolute darkness, save for a very faint illumination given by a red bulb at the far end of the trailer.
After a moment my eyes accustomed themselves to the dim red light and I could see her moving around, her hands quick blurs of efficient motion.