Daniel should have brought it with him. “It was an old Olympus camera. HS-10, I think it said on the front.”

Simon’s voice dropped to an expectant whisper. “Were there any more words?”

One other drifted across Daniel’s memory. “Infinity?”

The smile on Simon’s face shifted into high beam as he clicked his fingers in recognition. “I know you!”

That was the downside of having your face on TV. “Yes, I’m that marriage counselor with the No Secrets book.”

“It’s wonderful to be talking with you.” With a bright smile, Simon reached under the counter and produced a white plastic clipboard. He spoke to himself as he scribbled away on the form. “I don’t need to ask your name, do I? Camera model is an Olympus HS-10”—he flashed a grin—“Infinity. How many copies would you like?”

That was a question Daniel hadn’t even considered. You didn’t in a digital age. “One, I guess. If they’re any good I can always get more copies later, can’t I?”

A sudden seriousness clouded Simon’s face as he tapped his pen on the standee. “The HS-10 Infinity gives you great clarity.” He handed over the clipboard, and Daniel scrawled his signature across the form.

Simon perused his signature with something approaching awe. “That will be thirty-three dollars, payable now.”

Daniel’s eyes widened. “Thirty-three dollars?”

Simon smiled and rose again on the balls of his feet. “That’s right.”

“That seems steep.”

Simon kept smiling.

Daniel reached for his wallet. “Well, these are the last photographs Gramps ever took.” He would get Monique to ask Google for a second opinion.

Simon took great care to tear off the bottom part of the form and handed it over with near reverence. “This is the record of our contract.”

Contract? Daniel accepted the slip, now wary of the fine line between eccentric and something to guard against.

The transaction complete, Simon burst around the counter and headed for the shelves. “You’ll need more film.” Giddy with excitement, he pushed a box forward with his foot. “We’ve got an opening special at the moment for fifty rolls of film.”

Fifty? “Simon, fifty is optimistic. I’d just like one, please.”

Disappointment shaded Simon’s face. “But with our opening special, it would be much more cost-effective to—”

“I’m not even sure how to use the camera. One is fine.”

Simon spun to face him. “The camera will be very easy to use. And once you see the clarity from an HS-10 Infinity, you’ll want—”

Daniel’s professional poker face slipped. “One roll.”

“One?”

“Just one.”