Four Frames in Brown Paper

Tapped the dry photo booth strip against my knuckles before setting it down flat on the floorboards. Quisp trotted over right away, his little white paws stepping soft across the pine before nudging the glossy print with his nose. About a girl, or just giving the lens an honest, unsmiling face that doesn't put on an act. I reached into my jacket pocket with my left hand, pulling out a plain brown paper envelope. With the pad of my thumb, I smoothed the stubborn curl out of the photostrip and slid the four frames inside next to a folded page. Quisp dropped his chin heavy across my wrist, his low motor humming through the floorboards.