Velma anticipated the order and bliss of the country library. She felt pretty and upbeat in her floral spring dress; as a library volunteer her arrival was always cheered and she was not involved in office politics; putting things in order made her feel happy, calm.
By the end of the day, she had made a dent. A large dent. She’d stayed longer than usual, worked harder than ever, and felt extremely pleased by being immersed in such an overwhelming project. Back at the rooming house, she immersed herself again, this time with a single book.