By Rachel Corkle
Often Alicia and I were the only people in the department, it seemed, before 8am. Inevitably the copy machine was not working, but Alicia always had a secret stash of paper and some kind of magic to make everything work…or at least work just enough. She was happy to give: her paper, her flash drive, her energy and spirit. The department will feel quiet and dark in these early mornings without her.
