Click. Jamie’s face is once again obscured by the camera lens. I cross my eyes and make my nostrils flare. Click. He laughs, and I do too. “I’m going to keep that one forever,” he says. “Forever is a long time to keep a silly picture of me,” I say. “It’s not the picture.” His voice is gentle. “It’s the memory. I want to remember you forever, Kiko Himura.” I don’t say a word. I’m too busy glowing.
