Book Haven, Monday
A series of bad dreams the night before had left Rosalind in a rather out-of-sorts mood as she manned her shop. Given the small number of people she knew on the island, she figured no one would notice.
Which was, in a way that was probably side-ways, rather comforting.
Aside from the occasional ruffling of pages, the books seemed to be behaving themselves today. She left them to their ruffling.
Flicking an imaginary bit of lint off her more immaculate than usual uniform, Rosalind turned on the radio, just to give the store some noise as she worked.
Which was, in a way that was probably side-ways, rather comforting.
Aside from the occasional ruffling of pages, the books seemed to be behaving themselves today. She left them to their ruffling.
Flicking an imaginary bit of lint off her more immaculate than usual uniform, Rosalind turned on the radio, just to give the store some noise as she worked.