IvoryValentine
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It was the beginning of another school year at Saint Thomas Aquinas Private school. The halls were bustling with eager youngsters in their pressed white shirts and navy slacks, vests and gold ties.
Katherine walked from the office after her short meeting with the head master to the familiar rooms of her library. It had been 3 years since she started as the librarian at Saint Thomas Aquinas Private School. Three years since she left Canada to work in England. It all felt so natural. This was the place she was meant to be. This was her home.
As the heavy wooden door of the library closed behind her, the sounds of happy children in the hall faded away to silence. Sweet, sweet silence. The tall book shelves reaching up to exposed wood beams and the dark wood panels on the walls. The way the dust played in the light shining in through the huge stain glass windows. The sound of her high heal boots on the old wood floors as she walked to her office. Her office. What a wonderful ring that had!
The first two years as librarian had been spent as a substitute for a cranking old winch of a woman who would show up and tell Katherine how to do her job and flont the fact that Katherine's job was only a place holder for her own. But the head master had had enough of her and Katherine was hired this past supper permanently. Katherine had cataloged all the books into a computer for they were still using index cards before her arrival. She bar-coded each book, added a fast e-library had 3 authors come and give presentations over the noon hours last year. She loved this school and wanted to see it thrive. And what Katherine wants, Katherine gets.
In a moment of pride in the improvements she'd already made and also a bit of a daydream as to what she had planned, Katherine sat on the edge of one of the huge, old oak study tables. She crossed her arms over her her white blouse and crossed her black healed boots at the ankle, her black pencil skirt ridding up just above her knee. Something didn't feel quiet right though she Katherine adjusted her glasses and then checked the pins that held her medium auburn hair up in it's bun.
Yes, this was going to be a good year for Saint Thomas Aquinas Private school, it's library and for Miss Katherine MacKay.
Katherine walked from the office after her short meeting with the head master to the familiar rooms of her library. It had been 3 years since she started as the librarian at Saint Thomas Aquinas Private School. Three years since she left Canada to work in England. It all felt so natural. This was the place she was meant to be. This was her home.
As the heavy wooden door of the library closed behind her, the sounds of happy children in the hall faded away to silence. Sweet, sweet silence. The tall book shelves reaching up to exposed wood beams and the dark wood panels on the walls. The way the dust played in the light shining in through the huge stain glass windows. The sound of her high heal boots on the old wood floors as she walked to her office. Her office. What a wonderful ring that had!
The first two years as librarian had been spent as a substitute for a cranking old winch of a woman who would show up and tell Katherine how to do her job and flont the fact that Katherine's job was only a place holder for her own. But the head master had had enough of her and Katherine was hired this past supper permanently. Katherine had cataloged all the books into a computer for they were still using index cards before her arrival. She bar-coded each book, added a fast e-library had 3 authors come and give presentations over the noon hours last year. She loved this school and wanted to see it thrive. And what Katherine wants, Katherine gets.
In a moment of pride in the improvements she'd already made and also a bit of a daydream as to what she had planned, Katherine sat on the edge of one of the huge, old oak study tables. She crossed her arms over her her white blouse and crossed her black healed boots at the ankle, her black pencil skirt ridding up just above her knee. Something didn't feel quiet right though she Katherine adjusted her glasses and then checked the pins that held her medium auburn hair up in it's bun.
Yes, this was going to be a good year for Saint Thomas Aquinas Private school, it's library and for Miss Katherine MacKay.