The book, having had all its information absorbed into that unknowable head, sits closed on the still-wet cement from last night’s rain. She’s been there since she finished the book, up against the wall, scratching symbols into the bricks with a stone. Ah, a halo, and wings. Right where… yes, it seems she knows more than I first considered.
Odd.
I suppose now is the appropriate time to step in and guide her properly. I must admit, I was curious how she would fare without my assistance. Now it is clear to me that if I were to continue to stand by, nothing would get done, and the library will be short one book.