She was putting books back on the shelf. Gert had tripped, earlier, and the plywood shelves they had built and put together were just a bit crooked. The books wanted to come off, thickest ones first.
And then came the knock on the door, and her fingers started flipping through pages when she heard who it was.
iiiii am still writing a midterm today
And then came the knock on the door, and her fingers started flipping through pages when she heard who it was.
"No," she said. "No. You can come in."