'What are you looking for at this time of night?''That old photo of Sam. I wanted to show it to him, but I can't find it.'
'Well, it's not in there!' Jessie slammed the drawer shut.
'OK, OK... Jeez, keep your hair on. You nearly had my fingers off!'
'Why don't you look in the photo albums, seems the most obvious place?'
'Christ, you're so uptight, woman! You're becoming a pain to live with.'
'Tell me about it,'
'What was that?'
Steven flicked through the photo albums as Jessie kept her eye on the drawer.
'You're becoming a pain to live with,' he'd said.
Well, living is a pain. Simple as that. And in that drawer, lay the answer.