Niva nodded quickly, like she'd been waiting to be sentenced and the sentence was lighter than she'd thought.
"But you're borrowing it," I said to her. "For the portfolio. When's it due?"
"November first," she said. "Early decision."
"So you have it for the next two weeks. You can shoot whatever you want. You can't drop it off the porch."
"I'm not going to drop it off the porch."
"Dad said I would," I said. "So I'm saying it to you."
My father made a sound that was almost a laugh.
"And you," I said, turning to him. My voice wobbled on you, and I let it, and kept going. "You have to teach us how to use it. Both of us. Today. Because neither of us knows how, and you're the only person in this house who does, and you've been pretending you don't know anything about cameras for my entire life, and that's dumb."
"Maya—"
"And you're not taking me to the mall tomorrow to pick something else. I don't want something else."