JOEY.
“Is that even a question?” Joey answered, beginnings of a smile strongly tugging at the corners of her lips. “Whatcha got?”
“Oh, you know. Little of this, little of that,” with her nose scrunched, she finally turned to face the brunette. “Honestly? Nothing. And before you launch into a whirlwind of disbelief and disappointment, I feel the need to clarify that I, Andie McPhee, was NOT slacking. I just… sort of spent too long helping Pacey with his homework instead of mine. But what are we if not women up to this huge and time-consuming challenge?” The smile she offers is filled to the brim with hope, her words more of a reassurance to herself than an explanation to Joey.












