Page 391 of Safe With You

Luna laughed again, and this time Mrs. Harris joined her.

She set the picture aside instead of putting it back with the others.

“That one’s going in the living room.”

She continued through the rest of the prints. By the time she reached the bottom of the box, she’d decided she wanted another one enlarged, and Mr. Harris had complained at least twice about how much money the pictures were costing him.

He didn’t sound particularly bothered.

Mrs. Harris started putting the prints back into their wrapping.

I helped her separate the ones she wanted framed from the ones she was putting in an album, and a few minutes later, the box was empty except for the packing paper.

Mrs. Harris walked us back toward the front door.

“Thank you, Ellis. I really do love them.”

“I’m glad.”

“I knew I would, but I really do.”

“It was nice meeting you,” Mrs. Harris told Luna.

“You too. Happy anniversary.”

“Thank you.”

Mr. Harris opened the door for us. “Ten years.”

Mrs. Harris patted his arm as she passed him. “And hopefully you’ll make it to eleven.”

“I’ve made it this far.”

“Barely.”

Their argument followed us onto the porch.

Luna waited until the door closed behind us before she looked at me.

“I really do like them.”

I smiled. “You said that before we got here.”

“No, I said I liked their pictures.”

“What’s the difference?”

“Now I like them too.”

I nodded as we headed down the walkway. “Mrs. Harris liked you.”

“She has good taste.”

We made it to the end of the street before Luna looked over at me.

“You knew.”

“Knew what?”