"She shrugged and pulled back the covers."I'll be on the couch," he said. "If I don't see you in the morning, I hope things work out for you."Scott cl...sed the door. He sat on the couch for a long time. The blinking Christmas lights reflected off the dark windows but he barely noticed.He tried to sleep on the couch, but his thoughts were of Broken Creek and the boys he'd known, or tried not to know. His money had changed foster care in Fort Stockton, for the better. He accepted that no matter. Kate and Charlie would be on stage all the time to make sure Grace was happy and they would stop the show if anything happened against the rules and she was showing signs of distress.So the Last Hurrah was set to begin.A large King sized 4 poster bed without the canopy had been moved onto the stage and the same cameramen were there to show the close ups from various angles. Two large boom mikes were hanging over the bed to catch all the moans and groans. Tied to the posters were bags, some. His thoughts turned to the events of the past eight months. It had been a wild ride. It was hard to believe that it had all started with the best morning of his life followed by the worst afternoon of his life. Things had changed a lot since that time.He was a millionaire and well on his way to being a multimillionaire. The websites were doing so well that he had six people working for him. His skills as a salesman had paid off. Most of the specialty websites had three revenue streams. In. I then decided to give her a lesson in depth of field. I told her that if you open the iris to a lower number like f2.0 and speed up the shutter you can get the subject of the shot in focus while the background is blurred. That draws the viewer's attention to the subject without being confused by the surroundings.When we got to the lake, she wanted to shoot some views of the water. She stood right on the shoreline and took a few shots. I then showed her that the shots would be more interesting.