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This is the third in my "(insert holiday name) Birthday" series. The first two are "Valentine Birthday" and "Easter Birthday." Readers have asked me to expand the series, so I'm making up some special days as I go along. What if two people shared the same birthday? Isn't that special?
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"Daddy, can you do me big favor?"
"Sure honey, what is it?"
"You know my friend Vonna? She wants to send a picture to her boyfriend, and I told her you'd do it. You've got that new digital camera, right?"
My wife walked past and caught our daughter's request.
"Why don't you, dear?" my wife said. "You really haven't used it much since you got it. Didn't you tell me about all of the wonderful pictures you'd take when you convinced me to let you buy it?"
"Uh, yeah, right. Okay, I'll do it."
"Great. Here's her address. She's expecting you."
"Right now?"
"Why, what were you going to do instead?" my wife asked.
At least going to take Vonna's picture would get me away from my wife's errand list.
"Sure, why not?"
Vonna wasn't one of my daughter's "immediate" friends, more like "second tier." I wondered why my daughter wanted this so badly. Then I remembered that my daughter wanted everything badly.
Vonna's address was a four story apartment building. My daughter had put the apartment number on the crib sheet. I pushed the button. Without any verbal feedback on the intercom, the door was buzzed open.
I took the elevator to the third floor, got out, and wandered down the hall, camera bag in one hand and tripod in the other. I wanted to take steady shots. Besides, I didn't know what the lighting would be like. Vonna answered the door.
"Mr. Marcus, thank you for coming. Please, come in."
I was embarassed that I didn't know Vonna's nationality, only that her skin was naturally darker than mine, and she had a bit of an accent.
The apartment was decorated with statues and wall hangings. I didn't ask.
"Can I get you something?"
"No thank you."
Vonna was dressed in a plain white blouse and a pleated blue skirt that ended above her knees.
"Please have a seat," Vonna said, gesturing at the couch.
She sat at the other end.
"Did your daughter explain what I'd like?"
"No, just that you needed a picture taken, that's all."
"Well, my boyfriend Dick is in college. It's his birthday today. So is mine. That was what made me know Dick is my soul mate, for life."
Oh no! Not another birthday! Well, at least Vonna has a boyfriend.
"Happy birthday."
"Thank you. Anyway, I want to email him a picture of me on my birthday, as a gift. Can you do that?"
"Sure. I'll take a few pictures and you can choose the one you'd like. I'll hook up my camera to your computer and you can send him the picture as an email attachment right away."
"Okay, let's get started."
"Where do you want me to set up?"
"I thought a picture of me on the balcony might be nice. What do you think?"
"Well, the natural lighting should be good. Let's try it."
I set up the tripod and got the camera out. Vonna brushed her hair, raising her arms above her head. Her flat, bare midriff was exposed as the blouse rose up with her arm movements. Vonna opened the sliding glass door and stepped out onto the narrow balcony.
"How's this?"
I had already attached the camera to the tripod. I got them into position and framed the shot. Rather than touching the shutter button and perhaps ruining the picture, I held a remote shutter controller in my hand.
"Looks fine. Let's try one. There's no wasted film, right?"
The day was a bit chilly and the winds blew inconsistently around the building. Vonna's straight dark hair kept blowing onto her face. Each time she raised her hands to pull her hair back, Vonna's nipples pushed at the fabric of her blouse. The cold breezes were making them harder by the minute.
"I don't think Mother Nature is going to cooperate," I said.
Vonna came back in, looking windblown but natural.
"Why don't you take a comfortable position on the couch?" I suggested.
Vonna plopped down at one end, with her legs curled under her. The pleated skirt moved up Vonna's thighs. Her legs had a nice shape.
"Okay, now give me a smile."
Vonna put on a coy grin, as if she was keeping a secret.
"Come over and take a look," I said.
Vonna bounded from the couch and joined me behind the camera. Whatever Vonna was wearing, it smelled vey nice. Not flowers or anything artificial, more like just a nice smell.
"I look wicked, don't I?" Vonna asked.
"Maybe a little."
"I like that one. Dick will be so surprised."
The phone rang. Vonna excused herself.
"It's Dick," she said, recognizing the caller id.
"Hi, sweetie," she answered.
I listened to her half of the conversation.
"I've got a surprise for you."
Pause.
"What is it, honey? Is something wrong?"
Pause.
"What?"
