"Very hard," Rosemary said, avoiding the facts that sales of the Prophet had dwindled by nearly a quarter, and the staff by at least as much since she had taken over as editor, distracting herself by adding a small bit of sugar and milk to her tea and enjoying the sound her spoon made. "It's why I came actually."
Rosemary took an appreciative sip of tea and laid the cup back in the saucer. "I need someone to take over the social pages, and what with your years of upstanding events, Narcissa, you were my very first choice." If she turned her down Rosemarry was going to have to press Mrs. Crabbe. And Everyone Knew About Mrs. Crabbe.