“Don’t be silly. She’s a girl — homely as a mud fence but a good photographer and a good driver. A man would want to be the whole thing, both in the business and in my private life. Us two girls get along fine. We share living expenses and split the earnings fifty-fifty.”
I heard steps on the outside of the trailer. Someone tried the knob.
My friend on the inside said, “Okay, Elsie, I’m coming right out.”
She unlocked the door.
The woman who came in looked at me with angry disapproval. She was sallow-faced, angular, with a firm, determined mouth and steady, steel-grey eyes.
“It’s all right, Elsie. It’s a business deal. He wants picture number 45228, four prints — twenty-five bucks.”
Elsie said, “Good. We’re making money on that negative. You don’t want it thrown away, I take it.”
“Don’t be silly.”
“When do I get the four prints?” I said.
“Right quick,” Elsie said.