My heart sank when I read the words that Cassidy put onto the page. I was becoming more and more convinced that I knew the girl, or at least, who she was. If I was right, the reason the girl admired the Dowager was because her own mother didn't appreciate her.
Poor girl.
In the midst of my internal reverie, I remembered Drex. Where was the boy? I wished I could keep a closer eye on the back corner, but I had no discernible reason for spending a lot of time back there. That was Marijke's area, and the girl did not appreciate any "meddling."
Or was it Haley's area?
I couldn't remember...
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Meeting in the Margins
Short StoryCassidy and Drex are strangers. They've never met, they don't know the other's last names, and they don't know the other's age. But they share one thing in common. They converse through the pages of an English classic at the town library. The pair's...
