One night after cards, Viggo pulls you aside to whisper something
sacred in your ear. "To take someone's picture, Dom," he
breathes, "is a promise."
The next time he takes your photo, you remember this and have to look
away. He leans across the table, murmuring: "Now I've got your
photograph." It sounds--and feels--like a threat.
It makes you think of the Amish and how they never have their
pictures taken. They believe doing so will steal their souls
forever. Your skin begins to itch when he suddenly smiles.
