“That’s okay,” Frederica said. “I’m not even sure if I’m going to write it.”
“Oh, you definitely should!” Magh said. “You’re so talented, I know it will turn out amazing.”
Frederica wanted to explain what the story was and where it came from, but she was worried what Magh would think of her if she knew Frederica was even considering Karen’s offer. Magh got this far just by being sweet and listening to people. She wouldn’t understand what Frederica was about to do.
“I hope so,” Frederica said.
She skimmed the rest of Magh’s article, highlighting only the most glaring errors. She was about to hand the manuscript back, but hesitated. Magh smiled up at her. Frederica sighed and gave the article a proper read. Not that she had much to add, anyway. Magh’s writing was getting better by the week.
“Do you love Tommy?” Magh asked.
Frederica raised an eyebrow. Magh’s face grew darker.
“Well, of course,” Frederica said. “He’s my best friend.”
“No, I meant—”
“I know what you meant.” Frederica sighed. “We tried to take things further once, but it didn’t work out. So we’re friends. Nothing more.”
“Do you think you might ever… try again?” Magh asked.
Frederica shook her head.
“We’re in a really good place right now,” she said. “We’d rather not spoil that.” But that wasn’t the only reason. Not anymore. “What’s this about, anyway?”
“Nothing,” Magh replied. “I was just curious. I should go. Thank you for your help.”
Magh gathered her things and headed out. Frederica stood staring at the door for a long moment, then she took a seat at her computer. She flipped open the notepad and started to type.
Knock knock knock!