Chapter Five
Becky found that she was desperately waiting for Thursday. It was only a couple of days but he had kindled a small spark in her chest and she desperately wanted to fan those flames. Thursday morning, she showered, dressed carefully and took extra time with her hair. Mr. Harcroff came into the library a little before ten, like always. She took card stock and printed a sign: “Back in 5 minutes” and taped it to the front door then twisted the lock.
Becky pushed her cart of books along the end wall to where the rest room was located, went in and checked herself in the mirror. She looked pretty good. She had brushed her blond hair until it glistened radiantly and had used a touch of pale lipstick; something she rarely did. She was wearing her favorite sweater: soft pink angora th
