It was snowing when the book fell out of the cart. Ingrid was walking down main street on her way to Oliver's when it happened. The woman leading the cart didn't notice and from the look of all the books jammed in the back, she didn't need the book. Ingrid's fingers closed around the spine and tucked it under her coat before she had even comprehended that she was going to reach for it.
[pre- Ingrid getting a job. pre- a lot of things? It would have to be early if this was THE book. After all, Liam loves weather like always... But maybe it's not THE book, but one of the books?]
It was Monday, the middle of winter, and her feet felt like leftover ice shavings melting away into numbness inside her too thin socks. Ingrid helped Oliver in the store on Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays. It made her feel better about him bringing her and Liam random loaves of bread.
In the back room, Ingrid pulled the book out from under her jacket and examined the cover. It was a violent shade of yellow with dull blue letters on it exclaiming, "Rain, Sleet, and Snow: The Book of Precipitation". To Ingrid, it sounded drab and not useful, but every book was a book worth saving.
And besides, she thought, maybe Liam would like it.
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