Chapter 17
Maggie sat at the table, not sure where to look. If she looked at Tammond, she might drool. If she looked at the people around her staring at her, she might run. So instead she looked at the books lining the walls.
“How did they all get here?” Maggie pointed to the shelves upon shelves of books.
“We brought them here,” the girl with the red hair from outside said as though Maggie didn’t understand things could be carried.
“The first Wanderers who came to the lake brought their books with them,” Tammond said after glaring at the girl with the red hair, who huffed and stalked away. “Others who came to join brought more. A few times, we’ve sent people out to find new books, ones that were necessary to learn. All of the books we have in the village reside in this room.”
“But,”
