All the people in the tour group were busy taking photos. But Sophia didn't take out her phone or join in any of the group photos. She just quietly looked at the furnishings and information boards around.
Albert walked over to her, "Don't you like taking photos?"
"No, not really," Sophia said.
"Me neither."
The memory of the other Sophia struck him. He remembered that she didn't like to be in pictures, either. When they had tried to look for a picture of her for the centerpiece at her funeral, they could only find one Kevin had taken on his phone at her birthday when he had insisted she let him.
"By the way, I've meant to ask, what do you do?" Sophia was curious.
She wanted to know what Pearson would do now. He was no longer her assistant.
She had sensed that this young man was far too talented to be her assistant. She had even offered to help him get better jobs, but he had always turned down her help.
"I have a small business," Pearson said.
"Clothes?" Sophia asked.
