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Still, you know, I think the uneasiness was in me all the while.

I tossed her a card and pencil. “Write your name and address and phone,” I told her and made for the
darkroom.

A little later she walked out. I didn’t call any good-byes. I was irked because she hadn’t fussed around or
seemed anxious about her poses, or even thanked me, except for that one smile.

I finished developing the negatives, made some prints, glanced at them, decided they weren’t a great
deal worse than Miss Leon. On an impulse I slipped them in with the pix I was going to take on the
rounds next morning.

By now I’d worked long enough so I was a bit fagged and nervous, but I didn’t dare waste enough
money on liquor to help that. I wasn’t very hungry. I think I went to a cheap movie.

I didn’t think of the Girl at all, except maybe to wonder faintly why in my present womanless state I
hadn’t made a pass at her. She had seemed to belong to a, well, distinctly more approachable social
stratum than Miss Leon. But then of course there were all sorts of arguable reasons for my not doing that.

Next morning I made the rounds. My first step was Munsch’s Brewery. They were looking for a
“Munsch Girl.” Papa Munsch had a sort of affection for me, though he razzed my photography. He had a
good natural judgment about that, too. Fifty years ago he might have been one of the shoestring boys
who made Hollywood.

Right now he was out in the plant pursuing his favorite occupation. He put down the beaded can,
smacked his lips, gabbled something technical to someone about hops, wiped his fat hands on the big
apron he was wearing, and grabbed my thin stack of pix.

He was about halfway through, making noises with his tongue and teeth, when he came to her. I kicked
myself for even having stuck her in.

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“That’s her,” he said. “The photography’s not so hot, but that’s the girl.”

It was all decided. I wondered now why Papa Munsch sensed what the girl had right away, while I
didn’t. I think it was because I saw her first in the flesh, if that’s the right word.

At the time I just felt faint.

“Who is she?” he asked.

“One of my new models.” I tried to make it casual.

“Bring her out tomorrow morning,” he told me. “And your stuff. We’ll photograph her here. I want to
show you.