The LibrarianChapter 8 The Day After
Thursday morning dawned bright and clear. Lesa was at the breakfast table with her three children sipping her first cup of coffee. She had been unusually quiet that morning. "Are you okay, mom?" Sara asked. "I'm fine, dear. Why do you ask?" "I don't know. You just seem to be kind of drifting. You're usually bouncing around the kitchen, and this morning you're just sitting here. Did something bad happen last night?" Lesa blinked, "Actually, something good happened last night. It...