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In my soul I am a lonely warrior and everyone calls me nothing.
Chapter 7
– Take it away! I don’t need it anymore.
Miranda returned now in the evening6, and right from the threshold, she handed me the languid bag in which her friend always kept her equipment.
– What do you mean?
Miranda sat down on the couch, folded her arms across her chest, and looked at me sternly.
– Straight up. I know I’ve said it often enough, but now was really the last time I took a picture for someone.
– Again!?
My friend jumped up from her seat and ran over to me.
– I’m serious Val!
– What now?
I got tired of holding the bag and put it on the floor.
– This time, it’s definitely over!
– The end of what, Sue? Work? Travel? Or photos? To what directly!?
– All Val. I’m tired of working with people who criticize me all the time and who keep repeating that if they had taken Stefano, they would have been finished in two days. What’s disgusting about being a bit of a perfectionist in my business? Just a couple of days and I would have given them the great footage. But Mr. Paczynski, damn him, told me they only had a week left before their magazine would be stitched together. What’s that got to do with me? They could have told me right away, or called me earlier. How hard can it be, Val?