Petra found her at the lockers on Friday afternoon with the focused momentum of someone who had been planning this approach since at least Wednesday.
"Come to the library," she said, without prelude. "My mother has her book group until six, so we'll have the back room to ourselves. I have something to show you and I've been waiting two years to show it to someone who won't immediately tell me I need to get out more."
Maren was extracting her coat from the top shelf, where it had developed a tendency to migrate toward the back corner in the manner of things that did not want to be found. "What kind of something?"
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