"Claud?" asked Janine. I heard the doorknob turning.

"No!" I yelled. "Don't come in or — "

Janine pulled the door open and poked her

head inside. Light from the hallway flooded into the darkroom. "What did you say?"

" — or you'll ruin my film," I finished, slapping the lid onto the tank as quickly as I could.

Janine put her hand over her mouth. "Oh, no!" she said. "I'm so sorry, Claud! I didn't realize — "

"It's okay," I said, even though I was pretty upset. It was easy to see that Janine felt terrible. "I might be able to salvage the negatives."

Janine apologized about three hundred times more and then, .finally, she left. I shut the door behind her, promising myself to make a Darkroom in Use sign for it, and looked at the tank. If I was lucky, there might be a few frames on the roll that hadn't been destroyed. Stacey would be coming over that afternoon for our BSC meeting, and if I hurried, I might be able to show her some negatives from our "fashion shoot." I turned up the radio and settled down to work.

Chapter 2.

By five-twenty that afternoon, I had not only finished developing the film, but I had also done my math homework. (Yea, Claud!) The negatives were pretty much ruined. There was a gray fog covering almost every shot. With careful work, I might be able to print parts of each picture, but the fact was, it would be easier just to shoot the whole roll over again. I knew Stacey wouldn't mind posing for me one more time. She had loved playing model.