Be careful what you wish for

Before the end of the year, we are trying to move out 25 stories in three projects. The pressure is intense especially because I'm leaving in what is now a matter of days. Drew and I were engrossed in the latest of what has become day-long series of animated arguments about some phrasing in a story. Others were following intently as if waiting for the blows to begin.

Drew stopped. "We always argue like this," he told them. "We are like siblings."

"Yeah," I said, "He's like the brother I never had."

"And she is like the four sisters I already had and didn't need any more," he retorted.