2
March 1982
"Are you looking for something?"
I had been hesitant to ask her, even though she'd wandered the library several times, staring intently at the shelves. I knew her, but not personally—she sat one seat behind me in the row to my left in history class. We'd never spoken; she rarely seemed interested in speaking to anyone at all, and I wasn't going to be the one to try and start a conversation with her. It wasn't that she was scary, or anything; she just had this air about her like she was thinking about something far more important than anything you could try talking to her about. But after the third time of pretending not to see her wandering, I knew I had to see if she needed help. That was my job, after all.
I didn't bother getting up to ask her, just called out from the f
