“Indeed it won’t,” Mrs. Kippenberg broke in, her voice rising higher. “You’ll take no pictures here. Not one! Now get out.”
“A picture might be better than a story that the bridegroom had skipped out,” Salt said persuasively.
“Why, you—you!” Mrs. Kippenberg’s face became fiery red. She choked as she tried to speak. “Get out, I say!”
Salt did not retreat. Instead he took his camera from his pocket.
“Just one picture, Mrs. Kippenberg. At least of you.”
Realizing that the photographer meant to take it whether or not she gave permission, the woman suddenly lost all control over her temper.
“Don’t you dare!” she cried furiously. “Don’t you dare!”
Whirling about, she seized an empty plate from the tall stack on the serving table.
“Hold that pose!” chortled Salt, goading her on.
The woman hurled the plate straight at him. Salt gleefully snapped a picture and dodged. The plate crashed into the wall behind him, splintering into a half dozen pieces.