Anthony raised his head and glared at her.Marina cowered. "Pictures of the dead are bad mojo. They'll ruin our luck."She stepped closer. "If you want pictures, we'll take new ones tomorrow. I know a guy who takes amazing wedding shots."His eyes burned red. "Get out!" She froze, then whimpered, "Why are you so mean today?"Once, he'd hug her. Now he didn't even glance her way, fussing over the scraps.Unable to get his attention all to herself, Marina stormed off in a huff.That night, Anthony stayed up, finishing the puzzle by dawn. Tears streaked his face again.Suddenly, a gust scattered some pieces out the window."No!" he screamed, lunging over.For a moment, I hoped he would fall over and drop dead.Sadly, he only leaned out, watching those pieces go with the wind.Looking at the remaining fragments on the floor, he broke down.His tears fell on the pictures, staining them. The scene made me frown.He taped them up and tucked them into an album. Returning to his
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