Madeline’s POV
“Alright, you are now signed up at our library,” a librarian gently types away on a computer, clicking each miserably slow key at a time.
“Here’s your card to check-out and check-in books, and here’s our number in case you need to contact us.” She hands me a plastic card with barcodes and numbers written all over it. I smile gratefully and turn to leave, “Every Crowd Has a Silver Lining” resting between my fingers.
After the initial shock of realizing my-intuition-is-probably-flawed-or-nonexistent-in-the-first-place, I decided to read the novel. If not to learn more about my cousin, then to distract myself from not learning more about my cousin.
Life handed me some b****y sour lemons so I might as well make some delicious lemonade.
I start to walk home carrying the
