The Storm

building. I squared my shoulders and put on a serious face, that I am sure was impressive, and said to Henry, “You go back to the boat, 'cause I didn’t come this far, just to go back without at least some more pictur es around this building! I don’t see anyone near here or even hear anyone around. I have to do this, Henry, or I will be the laughingstock at work and probably lose my job. This is more important to me than you know!” “MORE IMPORTANT THAN YOUR LIFE?” Henr y raised his voice and glared at me. “THIS IS MY LIFE, HENRY!” I seethed. This was the first serious argument that we both had had. “AND WHAT ABOUT MINE? NO BIGGIE, ZACH?” That answer took me back a bit, and I knew he was right. I calmed down, and with a more pleading voice I said’ “Henry, just let me walk up to the building and take a few pics and I’ll be right back, and we can bail outta here. Okay?” I could still see the frustration on Henry’s face, and with reluctant compliance, Henry agreed and said. “You owe me that four hundred dollars then, Kid.” “I’ll make it five!” I responded and turned and headed up the walkway. Henry headed back to the boat, mumbling under his breath. I could only imagine what he was saying, but I really didn’t care. I felt h orribly selfish, but I continued my quest in spite of it.

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