Videvik(kogu raamat Inglise keeles)
to
look for a bookstore. They were both willing to come with me, but I encouraged them to go have
fun --
they didn't know how preoccupied I could get when surrounded by books; it was something I
preferred
to do alone. They walked off to the car chattering happily, and I headed in the direction Jess
pointed out.
I had no trouble finding the bookstore, but it wasn't what I was looking for. The windows were
full of
crystals, dream-catchers, and books about spiritual healing. I didn't even go inside. Through the
glass I
could see a fifty-year-old woman with long, gray hair worn straight down her back, clad in a
dress right
out of the sixties, smiling welcomingly from behind the counter. I decided that was one
conversation I
could skip. There had to be a normal bookstore in town.
I meandered through the streets, which were filling up with end-of-the-workday traffic, and
hoped I was
headed toward downtown
annaabi.ee 
