“Yep,” said Sacharissa, still bowed over her writing. “We’ve been press-ganged.” “But it’s not—” “Look at it like this,” said Sacharissa, starting a fresh page. “Some people are heroes. And some people jot down notes.” “Yes, but that’s not very—” Sacharissa glanced up, and flashed him a smile. “Sometimes they’re the same person,” she said. This time it was William who looked down modestly. “You think that’s really true?” he said. She shrugged. “Really true? Who knows? This is a newspaper, isn’t it? It just has to be true until tomorrow.”
