I eyed the contents of the lime-green beaker in my hand—it probably wasn’t going to help with the travel lag any. Sendoffs were ritual, however, and one the four of us took very seriously. You never knew when a Fixer might not return. I looked aroun...
So I did what all courageous, independent, strong women do when such things happen—I curled up into a tiny ball in a corner of my couch and wished piteously for it to all go away. It didn’t, and eight months later, I don’t assume the fetal position all that much anymore. I’ve made peace with som...
So far, I’d done nothing but smell. This was, for me, how I did much of my best work as a Fixer. Kish watched and collected her data and then she moved with a fierceness that shoved all but the really stupid well out of her way. Iggy flitted and amused and let the world di...