“There are four more negatives in there to be printed, four of each.”
“Okay, Bessie,” Elsie said, “I’ll get them.”
Bessie gave me one swift look over her shoulder, then, with the camera in her hand, the raincoat buttoned, entered the circle of white lights around the building. Elsie rolled up her sleeves and started working. She pulled a printer toward her, connected it up, laid out five negatives in a pile, a pile of printing paper, and started work, slipping the negatives into the printer, slamming the paper in on top of them, latching the printer cover down, making the exposure and jerking out the paper, putting the exposed sheets in a pile by themselves.
“Know anything about photography?” she asked.
“Some.”
“Ever done any of this stuff?”
“Developing and printing, you mean?”
“Yes.”
“Uh huh.”
She said, “Start running that bunch of paper through the developer. It works pretty fast. Don’t figure on time; just watch it in the red light. When the prints begin to show, stick ’em through that washing tray and into the hypo. It’s a concentrated developer and it works fast.”