The first flash went off.
A second later, the booth shook with laughter.
I stood outside holding three purses, two phones, Olivia’s cardigan, and Anthony’s sunglasses, despite the fact that it was dark outside.
The next flash went off.
“Why are you licking my face?” Jill yelled.
“I am creating art!”
“You are creating trauma!”
By the time the final picture was taken, I was laughing so hard I had to lean against the claw machine.
The curtain flew open.
Sophia practically fell out first, followed by Olivia, who was wiping tears from her eyes. Jill emerged looking personally betrayed. Anthony stepped out last with his hair still perfect and the calm expression of a man who had done nothing wrong.
“What did you do?” I asked.
“Nothing.”
Jill pointed at him. “He tried to bite my cheek
