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fandomtownies2014-03-30 02:37 pm
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Book Haven, Sunday
It was Sunday and the store was open because it was better than doing absolutely nothing except stewing in her thoughts, in the apartment above. There were things she had to, would have to, do—like give back clothing, and figure out reparations and explanations. Figure out how she felt about the last month and more.
She opened her store instead.
Rosalind, dressed impeccably in her suit, with her shoes shined and her hair painstakingly neat, had always taken comfort in working hard. While she could wish for something more strenuous to do, putting her shop back in order was enough to give her focus.
Especially since she wasn't quite sure what Evan had been thinking when he'd ordered more stock. Why did they have so many copies of Schlachthof Fünf? Rosalind read the back of it, wondering if they could return a couple dozen of copies to the supplier.
Every now and then she took time out from her work, most of it paperwork and ascertaining that the books were where they were supposed to be, to try and make a phone call. At seven, Amelia had missed Elena.
At twenty, Rosalind missed her much more.
It didn't surprise her that none of her calls got through, but she kept trying. That was probably all any of them could do today. Even though, if she did get through, Rosalind had no idea what she'd say. Where would she even start?
Though she doubted anyone would be by today for a job, nonetheless she left her sign up that said:
Now hiring! Apply inside!
Just in case.
She opened her store instead.
Rosalind, dressed impeccably in her suit, with her shoes shined and her hair painstakingly neat, had always taken comfort in working hard. While she could wish for something more strenuous to do, putting her shop back in order was enough to give her focus.
Especially since she wasn't quite sure what Evan had been thinking when he'd ordered more stock. Why did they have so many copies of Schlachthof Fünf? Rosalind read the back of it, wondering if they could return a couple dozen of copies to the supplier.
Every now and then she took time out from her work, most of it paperwork and ascertaining that the books were where they were supposed to be, to try and make a phone call. At seven, Amelia had missed Elena.
At twenty, Rosalind missed her much more.
It didn't surprise her that none of her calls got through, but she kept trying. That was probably all any of them could do today. Even though, if she did get through, Rosalind had no idea what she'd say. Where would she even start?
Though she doubted anyone would be by today for a job, nonetheless she left her sign up that said:
Just in case.
Mod Your Shopping
Talk to Rosalind
OOC