“If I was a few years younger, I’d be a jaguar for you.” “So I guess you need directions to the library.”
Rasmussen was not happy yesterday.” She wags her finger at me then smiles like the cat that got the canary before sitting back in her chair and clapping her hands together once. “I’m Sue, by the way.” She leans forward then, like she is going to tell me a secret. “You came back,” the same lady as before greets me. When I get to the school the next day, I go directly to the office. I have to wait another day, but I know it’ll be worth it when I see her again. “Thanks,” I reply, tapping on the top of her desk before walking past the guy, out the door, down the hall, and out to my car. I look at her and smile, and she beams back at me. “Honey, she will be here tomorrow,” the lady says. His eyes look me over before he speaks again. He’s dressed like he works here-most likely a teacher-his khaki pants and button-down shirt giving him away.
“Sophie doesn’t have friends,” he says in a way that makes it sound like he has tried to be her frien, but she wasn’t interested. “She’s a friend,” I tell him, turning back around. “Why are you looking for Sophie?” a male voice asks, and I turn my head to look over my shoulder. “The Sophie who works in the library?” she questions, her smile becoming wider. I look down at an older woman with light-purple hair and a large smile.
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