“Oh,” Magh said. “That… sounds fun.”
“It will be,” Josephine said, grinning. “Hey, we should all go out for supper before I go. Get everyone together for one last hurrah.”
“I would like that,” Magh said. “I will call—”
“Ladies,” Cyrus said, his voice booming across the classroom. “Am I boring you?”
Magh turned a darker shade of grey and stared at her knees. Josephine leaned forward, throwing on her most winning smile.
“Not at all, sir,” she said. “I’m just a talker is all. You should see me in a movie theatre. People telling me to shut up left and right. I’ve gotten quite used to it as you might imagine.”
“Well, in that case,” he said, and the corner of his mouth curled faintly: “Shut up.”
Josephine made a zipping motion across her lips and winked at her sister. Frederica rolled her eyes. Her phone buzzed; a message popped up from Griffith.
“How was your night?”
“Good,” she replied. “More laid back than Saturday.”
“I’m glad to hear it,” he said. “Do you want to come over tonight?”
“Sure, if I have time after Jo leaves,” Frederica said.
“Right on,” Griffith said. “Tell her I said hi.”
Frederica hesitated a moment, took a deep breath, and typed, “Would you like to meet her?”
Frederica watched the sky. She stood outside the campus gates with Josephine, Magh, and Nila, waiting for their ride. Josephine managed to behave herself through the rest of Frederica’s classes, even if she spent most of the time browsing her phone. Tommy pulled up to the curb and the four of them crammed into his car.
“Where to?” he asked.
“Rogues Gallery!” Josephine said.
“You know there are other restaurants in town, don’t you?” Frederica asked.
“For old times’ sake.”