CHAPTER TWELVE
It was getting dark by the time Trudy started home from the library. She really hadn’t gotten any studying done there, but that hadn’t even been the point, really.
She was proud of herself for what she had done. For a while she had looked over a selection of newly acquired books on a shelf. Then she had sat down and leafed through some of her class notes.
And now she even had the good sense to be amused at her own pride at accomplishing those minuscule tasks. She knew that amusement was a good sign.
At that moment, Trudy was feeling a little better about herself.
This simple outing had been her counselor’s idea. An evening trip to the library was supposed to be a way for Trudy to test herself, to try to conquer her fears.
“Baby steps,” Trudy’s counselor kept saying.
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