The envelope slid through the mail slot of her cramped fifth‑floor apartment. Inside, a single card, embossed in silver:
"I've been thinking," Janice said, breaking the silence. "We should start that project we've been talking about. You know, the one about documenting the stories of women in our community." ivy wolfe janice griffith
“Janice,” she answered, “cryptographer. I think we might need each other.” The envelope slid through the mail slot of
“Looks like we’re both here for the same invitation,” Janice said, voice low but confident. a single card