“Really?” Josie sat up again. She felt as if she was able to breathe more. When Helene nodded, this only affirmed it. Maybe she did have something worthwhile to invest in. Maybe she did have some sort of talent outside her nightmare web of pain. “You know,” Josie went on, “Rebecca and I are going to do a roundtable horror discussion for Halloween, on women in the horror industry. We’re filming it in the next little while, but we still need to watch the main movie, The XX, for discussion.” Josie made a face, wondering how she could share this experience with her grandfather. Since he wouldn’t arrive until Friday, he couldn’t watch the movie with them.
“Do you think he’d like the podcast?”
“He will tell you that women and horror is an oxymoron, or he’ll say something foolish,” Helen said,
