Day 40/366

Gen closed the Bible and returned to the bookshelves, running her fingers over each spine, whispering the titles out loud to herself.  "I know it's here," she muttered, a hint of weary frustration in her voice.  "Honestly, Dad, could you have made this any harder?"

Immediately her eyes welled up.  She was just so tired and confused and...alone.  She blinked the tears away and started examining the second shelf, but still didn't see the book she wanted.  Was she going to have to pull every title from the shelf?  Her father had hundreds of books!

He had some shelves doubled up, with books in front of books to have enough space.   "That's it!" she cried, hunting for just such a shelf.  The bottom two, so the wood wouldn't bow under the weight.  Sure enough, Gen found what she was looking for.

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