eyes lit up as she vigorously shook her head with a smile that could warm a cold day.
she picked up the story and slowly read it page by page. i got distracted for a moment and when i looked back, out of the corner of my eye i thought i saw the last quarter-inch of my book as it slipped into the cloth book bag that hung on her shoulder. i figured i was probably just imagining things and that she must have put the book back onto the pile on my table before leaving. i moved onto other things and forgot about it.
about an hour later a rushed up 