“How did I know you were going to say that?”
Frederica led Josephine into the Student Union Building and up the stairs to the second floor. The offices of the VCU Review were chaotic this Sunday morning, preparing the paper for tomorrow’s print run. Pumpkins and fake cobwebs and skeletons decorated the desks here and there.
Frederica spotted Karen across the room, pacing between workstations barking orders. She turned to Frederica and marched over, stretching her wings out behind her and then wrapping them around her shoulders.
“Finally,” she said. “I’ve got half a dozen people out with post-Halloween hangovers. I’ll need you to help out on the Opinion section this week.”
“No problem,” Frederica said, and glanced at Josephine. “This is my sister, Josephine. Jo, this is Karen.”
Karen looked Josephine up and down and said, “Try not to get in the way.”
“Um, okay,” Josephine said.
Karen turned and stomped back to her desk. Josephine stared for a long moment.
“That was pretty rude,” she said, then chuckled. “I like her.”
“Me too, though we had a… bumpy start,” Frederica said. “Come on, my desk’s over here.”
She led her sister to a little desk wedged into the cluster of workstations, and took her seat. She pointed to an empty chair a few desks over. It rolled toward her. Josephine sat beside Frederica and leaned her elbows on the desk.
“So what exactly do you do here?” Josephine asked.
“A little bit of everything,” Frederica replied. “Mostly editing. That’s my official title. Assistant editor.”
“Sweet,” Josephine said. “How much does it pay?”
“It’s a volunteer position,” Frederica said.
“That’s bullshit!” she said. “What’s the point of doing all this work if you don’t get anything out of it?”