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He wasn’t sure, then, that he was really working toward anything, but the
                next weekend, when they all went out to Pho Viet Huong, he brought along
                one of Ali’s old cameras and shot the three of them eating and then, later,

                walking up the street in the snow. They were moving particularly slowly in
                deference to Jude, because the sidewalks were slippery. He saw them lined
                up in the camera’s viewfinder: Malcolm, Jude, and Willem, Malcolm and
                Willem on either side of Jude, close enough (he knew, having been in the
                position himself) to catch him if he skidded but not so close that Jude would
                suspect  that  they  were  anticipating  his  fall.  They  had  never  had  a
                conversation that they would do this, he realized; they had simply begun it.

                   He took the picture. “What’re you doing, JB?” asked Jude, at the same
                time as Malcolm complained, “Cut it out, JB.”
                   The party that night was on Centre Street, in the loft of an acquaintance
                of theirs, a woman named Mirasol whose twin, Phaedra, they knew from
                college. Once inside, everyone dispersed into their different subgroups, and
                JB, after waving at Richard across the room and noting with irritation that

                Mirasol  had  provided  a  whole  tableful  of  food,  meaning  that  he’d  just
                wasted fourteen dollars at Pho Viet Huong when he could’ve eaten here for
                free, found himself wandering toward where Jude was talking with Phaedra
                and some fat dude who might have been Phaedra’s boyfriend and a skinny
                bearded  guy  he  recognized  as  a  friend  of  Jude’s  from  work.  Jude  was
                perched on the back of one of the sofas, Phaedra next to him, and the two of
                them  were  looking  up  at  the  fat  and  skinny  guys  and  all  of  them  were

                laughing at something: He took the picture.
                   Normally at parties he grabbed or was grabbed by a group of people, and
                spent the night as the nuclei for a variety of three- or foursomes, bounding
                from  one  to  the  next,  gathering  the  gossip,  starting  harmless  rumors,
                pretending to share confidences, getting others to tell him who they hated
                by divulging hatreds of his own. But this night, he traveled the room alert

                and purposeful and largely sober, taking pictures of his three friends as they
                moved  in  their  own  patterns,  unaware  that  he  was  trailing  them.  At  one
                point,  a  couple  of  hours  in,  he  found  them  by  the  window  with  just  one
                another, Jude saying something and the other two leaning in close to hear
                him, and then in the next moment, the three of them leaning back and all
                laughing,  and  although  for  a  moment  he  felt  both  wistful  and  slightly
                jealous, he was also triumphant, as he had gotten both shots. Tonight, I am a

                camera, he told himself, and tomorrow I will be JB again.
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