They were partners. They were also, in ways neither fully admitted, something else.
Erica set down the lamp. “You didn’t come here to talk about my lighting.” erica cherry and queenie sateen
“If you shift it two degrees left, you’ll get the same shadow pattern you had yesterday,” said a quiet voice from the doorway. They were partners
“Yes.”
Erica Cherry adjusted the antique brass lamp on her desk for the third time. The angle was still wrong. She sighed, pushing a strand of hair behind her ear, and reached for it again. They were partners. They were also
Queenie turned her head slightly. “The third?”
Queenie’s lips curved—just barely. “And you’re not as reckless as you pretend, Erica Cherry. We balance.”