Webb.
She rolledher eyes even as gratitude filled her.
These guys were bossy even when they weren’t here.
But she grabbed some bread and cheese to make herself a grilled cheese sandwich.
Tonight, she’d settle in.
Tomorrow, she’d find a job.
Angie was exhausted.
She’d spent all day trying to find a job, leaving her contact details with pretty much every business in town.
It was humiliating when people asked you what experience you had and you had to say “none.”
They looked at her like she was dumb for thinking she could ever get a job with them.
But also like it was ridiculous that someone who was twenty-six hadn’t had a proper job before.
She got it.
Although she wondered what they would say if she told them that the reason she’d never had a proper job was because she’d been sold to an evil asshole who had married her, kept her prisoner, raped and beaten her?
Hmm, perhaps she should lead with that.
Someone at the diner had told her about a job at the local library so she was headed that way now.
Working at the library sounded like an ideal job since she loved books. But she guessed you needed more skills than just liking to read.
But it wasn’t like she had anything to lose, was it? At this point she was desperate.
So she trudged up the stairs of the large concrete building that held Stugley’s public library.
It was an impressive building. Even if she didn’t get to interview for a job she could at least sign up for a library card.
She opened the door to complete silence. Wow.
“Can I help you?”
Angie glanced over to see a very tall, thin woman with long dark hair standing with a cart in front of her.
“Oh, hi, my name is Angie. I was told you might have a job vacancy?”
This woman looked grouchy. Was there not a job vacancy? Had she been sent here as some sort of joke?
“Who told you that?” the woman asked, filing a book on a shelf.
To Angie’s amazement, she then drew out a ruler and measured the length from the edge of the shelf to the book and nodded in satisfaction.
Was there a certain spot that a book was meant to sit? She’d never noticed that before. Although it had been a long time since she’d been in a library. Keira had bought her an eReader when she’d first moved in so she could order books and read them.
It was a Godsend but that didn’t mean she couldn’t appreciate a paperback.
She just couldn’t afford to buy any.
“Um, a lady over at the diner. Was she wrong?”
