“So, what’s this ‘MLS’ you’re getting again?” Jodie asked for the fifth time, coughing on cardboard dust, “And where do you want this box?”

“I told you, Jo, it’s a Master’s degree in library sciences.” Chrys replied, wiping the sweat from her forehead with the back of her hand. “It can go with the rest of the books, over by the closet.”

“So what, you’re gonna say ‘Shh” for the rest of your life?” She dropped the box unceremoniously among its heavy brethren, “Why do you need a Master’s for that?” Chrys shook her head, pausing to pull her dirty blond hair into a high ponytail. God, moving was tough without all this chatter, especially with the direction it was going. “I’m just saying that being some old lady with pencils in her hair doesn’t seem all that… great.” Jo finished weakly.

“That’s not what I’m going to do.” Chrys mumbled, turning back to the pile of dishes she was bubble-wrapping. Jo was planning on going to law school and liked telling other people they should do the same. Chrys sighed.