Edward took a few deep breaths to calm himself. “This is a party,” he reminded me. “Try to be a good sport.” “Sure,” I muttered. He came around to get my door, and offered me his hand. “I have a question.” He waited warily. “If I develop this film,” I said, toying with the camera in my hands, “will you show up in the picture?” Edward started laughing. He helped me out of the car, pulled me up the stairs, and was still laughing as he opened the door for me.