Chapter 8Sophia, 1995–1998
Thursday afternoon, March 23, 1995
“So, how’d you wind up in library school at age thirty-five? Bit late, aren’t you?” Sophia Andrews asked Gavin as she stirred the creamer into her coffee, watching the white ripple into a uniform tan. “On the other hand,” she added, “some people have told me I should have waited a bit after finishing my BA at Eastern Carolina. Do you think twenty-three is too young to be in grad school?”
It was mid-afternoon, just after their two o’clock Young Adult Lit class, and Gavin had been heading downtown to the Carolina Coffee Shop, and had asked Sophia if she wanted to come, too. The day was breezy and early-spring cool; the clouds promised rain. The small, slight, dark-haired woman had smiled, then shouldered her royal blue L.L. Bea
