Re: Rhiannon + Bethany + Open
“Rhiannon Lee. Nowhere near a librarian.” Whenever a conversation tipped towards careers or even the less permanent sounding job, Rhiannon wondered how best to string together exactly what it was that she did in terms that the ordinary world would swallow. “Personal trainer,” she supplied. Obviously not around there. The decided lack of gyms would call that out. “I’ve been in once or twice when you were there. Looking up local history. I like that some of your books still have those punch cards and the stamps in the back.” It was a sound that could transport her back to some of the smaller, lesser funded public libraries of her youth.
Rhiannon wiped her face with the back of her wrist. The kids with the ATV wheeled off to new adventures.