Day 49: Morning - The Bookworm
Unusually for her, the bus ride had been a quiet one--apparently her seatmate hadn't been feeling very talkative, so Meche had just eaten her breakfast and dozed on the way into town. Once the buses let them off at the park, she didn't see anyone waiting for her, and even with the hat this weather wasn't doing her hair any favors. She headed quickly toward the town, deciding that if someone was looking for her, they might as well do it somewhere dry.
She didn't get far before the obvious signs of vandalism stopped her in her soggy tracks. "But I thought--" Meche began to herself. She didn't bother to finish the thought. Dr. Wilson had said he wasn't sure when she'd bluffed about there being vandalism in town, but how could he not be sure about broken windows and spray-painted smiley faces?
This place just kept getting stranger, Meche thought as she walked on. She started toward the pet shop but decided against it halfway there. She wasn't sure she really wanted to know if the corral was empty. Instead, she went straight from the park and found herself in front of the bookstore. It looked like a cozy place to keep dry, and she'd never been there before--actually, Meche realized she'd only been to a handful of places in town, most of them while she was busy trying not to get her brains eaten. Well, she'd go exploring today.
She went in, calling out a polite good morning to the colorfully-dressed woman behind the counter, and was soon lost in the stacks.
[for Remy]
She didn't get far before the obvious signs of vandalism stopped her in her soggy tracks. "But I thought--" Meche began to herself. She didn't bother to finish the thought. Dr. Wilson had said he wasn't sure when she'd bluffed about there being vandalism in town, but how could he not be sure about broken windows and spray-painted smiley faces?
This place just kept getting stranger, Meche thought as she walked on. She started toward the pet shop but decided against it halfway there. She wasn't sure she really wanted to know if the corral was empty. Instead, she went straight from the park and found herself in front of the bookstore. It looked like a cozy place to keep dry, and she'd never been there before--actually, Meche realized she'd only been to a handful of places in town, most of them while she was busy trying not to get her brains eaten. Well, she'd go exploring today.
She went in, calling out a polite good morning to the colorfully-dressed woman behind the counter, and was soon lost in the stacks.
[for Remy]