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happens? I found him just before. Just in time.” His voice had dropped to a whisper. Marti found herself leaning forward, closer to the open flame. “Your turn,” he announced. “What’s your life and times?” She forked her salad with a shrug. “Nothing as dramatic. I grew up outside Chicago. Went to the Chicago Institute of Art. Lived in Washington, D.C. for a few years. Moved to Memphis a year ago last March to help a friend of a friend run her art gallery.” “That’s it? I spilled my guts to you, lady.” “That wasn’t my idea. All right. I was personal assistant to Blaise Kellogg, the investigative journalist. Happy?” “No. How’d that happen?” She sighed. “What you’ll do for your art. I was visiting a friend in D.C. We were eating out, and I was griping that I couldn’t get a press pass to Wizards games. I didn’t have ‘credentials.’ I wanted photos of Michael Jordan. I wanted to paint him. This guy at the table next to us started in on how ‘every rank amateur with opposable thumbs’ thought he was a reporter and was a nuisance to the real ones. And picture takers weren’t even real journalists. So I came back about photos shaping public opinion and ‘a picture is worth a thousand words’ and — I’m not even a photographer. I just wanted pictures of MJ.”


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