"A ruler," Nicole said, kneeling in front of her poster easel next to me. She raked a hand through her glossy red hair so hard, it looked like she pulled out more than a few strands. "I need a ruler, Paige."

"You need some meds," Charlotte muttered.

The other interns in the House Members room bustled about with final preparations on either side of us. A couple tables up from Nicole's, Doug pointed and smiled at something on his laptop for Janice to see, but she ...