Stan was in the make-shift media center at the center. Debra had arranged his wheelchair so Josie could frame the shot with her one good hand. The laptop screen displayed the rule-of-thirds grid she had been teaching the media club for 2 months. She waited to see if Josie would recall the hundreds of repetitions and exercises they had done to acquire this skill. Josie looked at her and signed "rea...

"So... who's dying today?" Renata swiveled in the old leather desk chair she stole from the 3rd floor.

"No list yet. Is Frank still off?" Henry looked over at his co-worker and wondered how much longer he'd have to look at her spiked hair and tired black nail polish.

"I think so. I guess we make our own list." She started to access the round filing cabinet labeled North America.

"Oh c'mon. Not th...