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Snapshots
Act 10 1/2: Wherein There's a Short Interlude and Greg Gets His Mail
7:45 - Greg's driveway
Greg knew he was a genius. Knew he was a rock star. Knew he was a mad scientist just waiting to happen.
But he never, ever claimed to have common sense, y'know?
So as he prepared for work the next evening, it occurred to him that he had forgotten to check his snail mail the morning before. David's close call, Jacqui's anger, his own fear… none of it helped him concentrate, and thus the bills had been left in his mailbox overnight. When he finally remembered to grab it on his way out, he had been prepared to toss the stack in the passenger's seat for later.
But how does one ignore an orange envelope?
It was thick and square with loopy handwriting on the front, and you just can't ignore bulky orange envelopes with crazy handwriting.
It looked vaguely familiar, but it wasn't until he saw the return address that he realized it was from Daphne herself. He switched his car's ignition off, not having even left his driveway, as he was much more interested in what his friend's package contained. He hurriedly ripped it open, never one for suspense, and an entire pile of photos dumped onto his lap.
They were mostly from David's birthday party, and Greg made a mental note to send Daphne a huge thank you. He had to laugh at the pictures that had caught the Sesame Street plates and Star Trek cups, the carrot juice and fabulous banana cake. However, there was one snapshot he didn't quite recognize; David was wearing a shirt Greg hadn't seen before and Nick was standing next to them in what appeared to be the second floor of the Sahara Apartment Complex. They both looked a little nervous and anxious and…
Greg broke out into a huge grin.
It wasn't from the party; instead, it was from their first date.
Nicky definitely needed to see this picture.