I went into work at lunchtime, my brain ready for exactly nothing. I put more than one book back in the wrong place and barely noticed when students wanted to check out books. Mrs. Lawson glared at me more than once. I tried to bring my brain to life, but all I could think about was what could I wear?
I’d been able to afford the flight, but any other purchases would have to wait. I could go to the consignment shop to buy a dress, and I doubted I’d have clothes of any kind on for long, so I could just take a dress, some shoes, and I’d be able to wear jeans and a sweater on the way home.
If they wanted me to stay at all when they figured out I wasn’t Amanda.
Amanda came in a few hours later, looking around the shelves on her own. She came up to the checkout desk, her eyes slit suspicious
