Adah wrote again, tearing out the second piece of paper and taking her time folding it. She figured, since the request was fairly anticlimactic, that she should at least try to maintain the suspense of it for as long as she was able. She could, of course, fold exceptionally well with just her one hand. Years of practice in doing so to send notes to Leah when she should have been paying attention to her father. But one wouldn't know it by looking at how slow and precise she was being now.

"Cover my library shift this coming Wednesday?"