Chapter 51
Dana’s nails scraped a few coins in the bottom of her bag and she stopped, door held wide, to dig out the money. Hopefully it’d be enough. She didn’t really carry cash—if it wasn’t on the meal plan, she usually didn’t eat it. Peering into the depths of her bag, she counted out a couple of quarters, a dime, a nickle…a few pennies, worthless, but the silver coins, that should do it. Thank God. Mr. Goodbar, here I come.
One of the outside doors opened, sending in a swoosh of damp, chilly air. Dana glanced up, disinterested, then did a double-take to look at the young woman entering the library. She was Dana’s age, a freshman or sophomore at best, and easily the prettiest girl Dana had ever seen.