Amanda studied the back of the camera and showed Drake where the picture counter indicated 22.  “It does.  And there are two shots left.  Shall we?”

Bonumzi smiled broadly, and laughed.  “Yes!  I love photos!”

“Okay.  Let’s see if this thing still works!  You two sit over there next to Jimmy.  I need a picture of my two heroes with my boy!”

Drake and Bonumzi got into position alongside Jimmy’s sleeping body, arms across each other’s shoulders.  Amanda had to dust the viewing lens off before putting her eye to it, as it was covered in fine dust particles, and had obviously not been cleaned in a while.  She framed the two men and her son in the shot, held her hand steady and pressed the button, p...

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