#redheadbutpsycho

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Sylvia’s always liked libraries, always felt safe in them. Ever since she was a little girl. That reverent hush, and the sweet pulpy smell of well-loved books makes her feel the way that she imagines some people feel in Church. The library in Crescent Lake is especially cozy, easy to spend hours in, browsing old newspaper articles from the town’s paper. Ariella, the soft-faced, doe-eyed librarian who reminds her so very much of Tessa has become something of a friend. Well, if not a friend they are at least friendly and so Sylvia smiles at her -- cheek dimpling. “Slow day,” she comments mildly, “You’d think there’d be more kids here studying. Midterms must be coming up.” She guesses, but how we she know? She doesn’t have a kid. She places her books on the counter, a couple on the history of Crescent Lake (more research). “You must be bored out of your mind.”