The Librarian, Her Lover, And Everything In-between

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So far, no one had come knocking on my door. That must have been a good sign that, since yesterday, Regina still hadn't been able to remember who I was. Hopefully, it remained that way for the next millennium.

      I got up from my place on the bed and went to freshen up for the day. The time was just 7:30 am. An impressive feat considering my record of over sleeping. I didn't have a specific time to get up in the morning, I got up whenever.

     I sat at the kitchen counter, munching on my breakfast of buttered toast and tea as I scribbled down a note. It was an organised list of the things I had to do, starting this morning. I got up from the seat, washed my plates and went upstairs to get dressed.

  Immediately after, I picked up my phone and dialed a number. I hadn't done much findings about this town I was in and so, I had no way of knowing who did what job, but thanks to the caretaker of the house, I had most of the information I needed.

     The call was picked on the fourth ring and a gravelly voice came on. "Hello."

"Good day, is this Robby's Gardening Service?" I inquired in a manner as professional as I could muster. I didn't want this person thinking I was just some ordinary customer even though I probably was.

"Who's asking?" The voice questioned in reply to my question— something I detested.  I'd always been a 'don't-answer-a-question-with-a-question' person.  It took everything within me to not chastise whoever was on the other side of the phone.

   "My name is Anne Cohen and I need your services at the library that's just in front of the Highschool building. Would you be available anytime this week?"

For a few seconds, there was no reply. Just as I was about to cut the call, the voice came over again. "There's a free slot for this Friday, 'be I could fix you in if you're sat'sfied wif 'at."

"Yes, I'm okay with that. Payment?"

"We'll talk about that when I see what I'm werking wif."

"Fine then. Friday morning. Good-bye." I disconnected the call. I was very well aware that I probably came across as snobbish with my clipped tone, but I didn't care. I wasn't looking for friends. To me, that was one problem half solved. I ticked the box next to 'cut grass at library' on my list.

I really hoped that Robby was not as nasty as his voice was.

Grabbing my purse from the table in the kitchen, I left the house and headed out to the supermarket. I needed to get supplies for my house and the library, and I had a lot of things to get, and tons of shopping to do. Well, this had to be fun, though, I wondered how I was going to get everything home at once.

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Dedication: This page is dedicated to @Sakuno. That is her vent username as I do not know her Wattpad username.

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Wow, we finally know our heroine's name! Thank you, Robby.
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