Reanie watched her stepfather, Bill, pack his camera bag on the kitchen table.
He took out the pieces one by one, pulled off caps and wiped each lens with a green cloth. She knew without being told not to touch Bill’s cameras.
They were terribly breakable. Many things in the bag looked strange to her–round pieces of glass, tubes and straps. Reanie wanted to ask what these were for, but Bill had only been living with them for a month and she was still too shy to speak to him.