I smile in spite of myself when Jack tells the story of what's happening in the picture. It's almost like Jack's whispering it to me, he's so close to me. I can feel his breath on my neck when he speaks.

I look up to see Red's face and in an instant know that he's not just angry about his father anymore. Shit! I should move away from Jack. Maybe go stand next to Red. I twitch a bit when Red snatches the album from my hand. He's angry, so very angry. I don't know if he's mad at me or his father or Jack or what.

I know standing near him right would be a very bad idea, though. I don't know what he's thinking, all I know is he's got that same look in his eyes that he would get right before he throws something at someone, or someone at something. I stay standing between him and Jack, as if I could actually stop Red if he wanted to get to Jack badly enough.

I hope Red doesn't do something stupid, and almost more so, I hope Jack doesn't either.