Jenny didn’t just join the union; she became the union. The dregs of ambition in her combined with the hormonal wash of the approval of her peers she had for so long missed and she was now filled with purpose. The union was social, it was scrappy, it was maximally involving, it was so busy that the questions Jenny had prior to this about how to live weren’t so much answered as it was the case that it was no longer quiet enough inside her head to hear those questions.
