HIS PAST: HIS BRIDE
Tabitha says, pausing at the door.
“Oh! I’m Annabella Alex,” I say, tucking a stray hair behind my ear.
“Alright, Annabella. It’s been a delight. Welcome to a friendship with an old and withering woman,” she says, her laughter trailing behind her as she walks toward the Society
I stand behind the counter for a long moment after the Bentley pull away. Two things are abundantly clear: Tabitha Addams Lazarus is neither old nor withering. In fact, she gives a whole new meaning to the phrase "aging like fine wine." And if she is looking for a friend, I have a feeling my quiet life in the library is about to get a lot more complicated.
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