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Library, Wednesday [ 02/20 ]

Adah wasn't the slightest bit happy about the return to her remembrance of dreams, and she blamed it entirely on Rachel's letter. That letter, her Trojan horse, docile and amusing on first glance, but, once you settled in and got comfortable with it, it bit you, like a serpent, bright blue mouth, the diabolic genius of nature attained from the highest degree of perfection. You didn't stand a chance. And then they appeared in multitudes in your dream, slithering forth from chicken coops surrounded by ashen dance floors of six-toed men. The chickens were all nothing but bare bones, flapping bare bone wings (find the furcula, break it apart, make a wish!), and then Tata Ndu shows up in his smell dead fur cloak. Rachel had gone and married, so it was time to take a new wife from Tata Price. Seeing as Leah was regarded practically a boy (and they were polygamists here, not homosexuals) and the little one was dead, that just left Adah. And Adah would do, applying to her same thing he'd said about the Mvula: "She will amuse my other wives."

Needless to say, waking up with that didn't leave Adah in the best of moods for her shift today.

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Focusing on organizing the books in neat little piles for later, Adah did have to admit finding a little bit of solace in the fact that the date was 02-20.

Lost in the shelves and concentrating on bringing books back home, was a bit therapeutic. She took her time. There was something incredibly comforting about the soft, dragging sound of a book sliding quietly back into place, fitting into the gap left by its absence perfectly, pieces of a puzzle.

This morning River brought a bowl of fruit salad to the library. It had nice associations, it contained more than apples (even some pomegranates) and should it be needed to be thrown arond the library it would be more difficult to clean up than muffins.

That last thought had River worried a little. Friday had been good; she had been happy. Happiness was bound to end sometime.

She entered the library, looking for Adah.

Adah was still drifting in some of the bookshelves, this time between the shelves of Western history that she knew and Western history that she didn't, quietly reflecting on the quiet of the plastic, almost shellacked cover of a book on World War Two, which didn't have nearly she same effect as the older, leathery covers of earlier histories, but, for some reason, seemed to create an explosion in the back of her mind once it was settled into place. She blinked, gave her head a small shake and then moved forward a bit, with the book cart, to find the next absence to be filled.

Sensing Adah's location in the room, River approached quietly, holding on to the bowl, and stuck her head around the shelf, smiling a little.

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The dreams had Adah on a bit of an edge, so sounds that weren't the distinctive symphony of sliding books she'd been building up inside her head this morning caught her attention, and that included the sound of movement, of footfall. Adah realized after she lifted her head and glanced toward it that she should have expected her based on the softness of the movements, barely registering even in her attentive, quiet mind, but she didn't, and blinked, before smiling a little nervously.

She honestly had trouble seeing how her mood would be conducive for conversation with River right now. She could see it having absolutely no effect at all, but, more than likely, it was grating nerves, tight and dragging in a flurry of heat sparks. And sparks were bad when you were surrounded by books.

Not a good mood, and something about dreams. River hesitated, smile fading, feeling that her suspicions might have been justified.

"Brought fruit salad."

Adah took a moment with sliding into place a book on military maneuvers, took a breath to try to wrangle with her feelings right now. She didn't want them getting in the way of associating with River, especially since they were just about as far removed from her as it could be. The puzzle piece fit it. Married! To Toorlexa Nebee! If there was one man who even started to get close to registering near the epitome of Evil that was her father, it would definitely be a man who took them out an exchange of almost a month's worth of food in trade for a box of Tampax. And a box did not last long between four females of menstruating age, either, even if herself and her sister had been slow to the chase. And she married him. Did Rachel learn nothing? So help her if a letter from Leah showed up next, and she'd found herself married to Hitler's clone, that was it. Adah would be doomed...

She grunted slightly, leaned heavily on the cart of a moment in an odd, awkward sort of action that somehow allowed her to kick down the little break on the wheel, so it didn't roll about as she turned to face River and lean her hip against it. She gave another resolute smile, wondering how much of that badly needed mental rant that Adah had just gotten out of the way, and quirked her head and she cleared all that away to comment instead, teasingly, on how this was certainly not an appropriate place (with a unwelcome little linger of or time) for fruit salad.

Nothing to do with River. Older sisters making bad choices and memories of the past. She smiled again, more relaxed now. "Perhaps the new name attracted her?" she suggested, then looked down at the food she had brought. "It might annoy the librarian." It wasn't quite clear from River's voice whether that was a good or a bad thing.

Adah snorted, her cynicism flooding back in. Axelroot. It was a name that suggested connectivity and grounding, which were good things, but not in the way that Eeben supplied them. And Rachel, for all her vapid, insipid tendencies, was not a complete idiot. Orleanna was not an idiot, either, but...men, and the insanely incomprehensible sway of the concept know as la'amour could make fools out of the smartest women. Not Adah, though. Not. Ever. Make her a martyr; she'd rather be tortured to death.

On the bright side, she was starting to see the appeal of all those virgin Catholic saints (although she doubted, heavily, the virgin parts). She sighed, shaking her head again. She didn't want to think about it, but she couldn't help thinking about it. She let out another groan, trying to focus instead on what else River had said. Which was a lot easier, a lot lighter, and made her smirk a bit wryly.

She didn't bring him anything today in sway of her mood. Maybe he'd like some fruit salad...

...Dog, she was going to need a nap once she got out of here. Juggling moods and intentions was exhausting.

"Would have objections to the torture," River said, her look turning a little worried. She picked a piece of fruit from the bowl and put it in her mouth, then added, thoughtfully: "You're going to offer Bob fruit salad?" Yes, she was teasing, but she tried not to make it show in her voice.

Bringing back a few choice books from her work in the shelves, Adah settled down behind the desk again hoping to distract herself with medical research, but kept returning to the book on serpentine poisons.

But only in nomenclature and in the aspect that the library is open only to the Librarian and the Aides. Adah herself was not eating, although she has a lunch in front of her. She didn't exactly have the appetite.

Adah was feeling even vaguely annoyed by not really having much homework to consider. She'd already done the tax forms from maths class about five different ways as it was.

The inactivity of lunch seemed to have reached a culmination. Adah had a notebook open, considered writing to Orleanna...writing to Rachel even, especially knowing that, by the time it got to South Africa, all of its content would probably be false, but just ended up staring at blank paper, except in the rare moment she was inspired to write "T'nod yeht tub? Rehtoh caee vahy eht rof, tpmexe? Sniwt eht evael siht seode rehw. L'lameht fo tsrow eht, Dog tog Yam Htur, Toorlexa tog Lehcar, Rehtaf tog Rehtom: Ecirp E'lame feht fo esurc" and variations of it.

Lee found his way, as usual, into the library late in the day. He kind of rambled towards the desk today, taking his time but not pretending to be distracted.

Well, it was likely inevitable, wasn't it? Adah, of course, noticed that the Eel had slipped in. She was expecting it, while also telling herself to not be surprised if he didn't. She would have been, though. Carefully, almost as if practiced (though it was so in her head), she took the cover of her notebook and placidly closed it. She pushed it aside, likely, leaning in as if watching the progress over each tiny millimeter. She took her pen and placed it on top, paying attention to the balance and the centering, and willing to do it until he said something.

"Hey there," he said, smiling as he got closer. "How's it going today? Anything exciting happening in the library?"

Despite herself, Adah grinned a little wryly. She adjusted the pen just a slight bit more, lifting her hand slowly away from it as she remained leaned forward toward it. She waited, breath held, to see if it would stay. It did, so she slowly curled up along her spine, each vertebrae unraveling, until she was sitting straight. Well, more or less straight.

"Books got put away," she answered. "The adventure was almost too much to handle."

He laughed and leaned against the counter. "I drove a car with a guy who's a giant today."

"An actual giant?" Adah asked, blinking. "Or just relatively speaking?"

It was an innocent enough question. Really.

"He's really tall," Lee said. "He works here actual. Sam who works on Mondays."

"Ah, yes," Adah nodded. "The one with the legs and the feet and the annoying tendency to clutter up my exam rooms with them..."

"Yeah, he was my partner," Lee said and made a face. "And I'm not that short but he made me feel like a midget."

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