Dirt

By 10 p.m., well into a double shift of distributing faxes, making meal runs in the Miami heat and retyping press releases, newsroom intern Madeleine Harrington felt herself dragging. She hadn't recovered from finals, a week and a half before. The tail end of a cold and cough nagged. Her green eyes red, her frizzy, brown hair straggling across her forehead, sneakers dangling off tired feet, she proceeded robotically through a round of cop calls. The editors wanted to give the regular night ...