Becca had a stool just behind the camera, to the right.
After seeing the entire camera setup in its entirety, I was awed but also nervous about the direction of this whole thing.
Becca talked to the librarian a bit more, then Kenneth. Another older couple, probably in their early fifties, were there as well. They all conferred.
The librarian left first.
The principal next.
Becca remained in that circle, her head bent with the other two, and I had a feeling maybe they were the real bosses. They kept going over a list and pointing at items on there, speaking to Becca. She nodded until they asked a question.
She pointed at me. “Her,” she said.
They looked at me.
The woman’s hair was almost silver, but it didn’t look old on her. It looked regal. With her thin frame and her hair pulled
