‘Oh. You must be Judy Murphy’s daughter?’
Laura nodded.
‘I’m sorry for your loss. I didn’t know her to speak to, but I know she was well liked. I’m so sorry.’
Laura smiled politely as a customer approached the loans desk where Shea was standing. ‘Well, better let you get back to work. Nice to meet you,’ Laura said.
‘Yeah, you too. Let me know if there’s anything else I can help you with.’
‘Thanks. I will.’
Laura stepped out of the library and popped up her umbrella. The water was welling in the gutters, creating a mini river rushing by. She ran to her car, trying to avoid the puddles that were now almost lakes across the parking lot. Once in the car, she started the engine and pumped up the heater, switching the vent to the floor. The air warmed her cold feet while her mind again ask
