ok. so. i decided to use this photo that i found on the ground at this camp that i went to because i thought that was fitting. it's of a girl blowing out the candles on her birthday cake. the three candles on the cake would suggest that she was three at the time. i put the photo on to a bulleting board thing so that someone could claim it but they never did so i kept it. today i found myself at an avid reader's house. there were stacks of books EVERYWHERE- as high as the ceiling, with many many stacks in every room. while she was indisposed, i spotted a copy of "indigo slam" by robert crais. it was on the bottom of a small, hidden stack. since indigo was the name of this girl at camp who happened to be my nemesis, i thought the title was appropriote and slid the photo into it. the end.